Kellen rubbed Clara's head and said, "It's okay, owing someone a life, just pay it back and that's it."

The person is no longer here, but her daughter is still here, so she owed her daughter a life-saving favor.

Susie nodded and said, "Next time I see her, I won't play Whack-a-Mole either."

Depending on the situation, return it if necessary.

If that bowl of lychee were to ask her father to acknowledge her as his daughter out of gratitude for saving her life, she still wouldn't agree.

Yes, it was possible, but it did not mean an unconditional nod.

And even if she forgave her, she wouldn't become friends with her. Susie felt that Emily was just like Brett, they were the ones who were meant to be together...

Kellen said, "Alright, don't think too much, go to sleep."

After reading this story, it felt like watching a TV series. In the blink of an eye, it was already eleven o'clock and Alana had come up to remind me several times.

Clara floated up and said, "I'm going to see my mom."

He disappeared in a flash after saying it.

Before going to sleep, Susie lay in bed while Kellen took a quaint book and sat beside her, softly reading something to her.

Susie suddenly said, "Dad, things in this world are really complicated."

Bad people are not necessarily bad people, and good people are not necessarily good people.

The complexity of human hearts is much more complicated than she thought she understood.

A person's lifetime seems to be inseparable from the four words of love, hate, affection, and resentment. These four words give rise to the seven emotions and six desires, the various states of life, the myriad faces of people, and the countless souls...

Suddenly, Susie had a moment of enlightenment as she closed her eyes and stretched her legs.

Kellen: "?"

Mitch, who was sitting cross-legged by the window, meditated in silence.

Is it reasonable?!

***

Clara sneakily took a glance and discovered that Alana was still awake.

She adjusted her mood and gently knocked on the door.

Craig was fast asleep, while Alana was folding Jamie's clothes, when she heard a knock at the door and wondered who it could be.

The door was opened and there was a moment of surprise.

"Clara..."

Alana held the clothes in her hands and couldn't help but clench them tightly.

Clara said, "Mom... Is dad asleep? Can I come in?"

Alana quickly stepped aside and said, "Hurry, come in!"

"You know your dad well, he sleeps like a pig... Oh no, even if a thunder strikes, it won't wake him up, he's completely oblivious."

Clara couldn't help but chuckle, her parents were still the same as before.

Sitting on the sofa, Clara instinctively tried to help Alana tidy up her clothes, but her hand slipped through the soft baby clothes.

She awkwardly withdrew her hand.

Alana, however, continued folding clothes as if she couldn't see, and asked, "You haven't left even after such a long time, where did you eventually go?"

Clara thought for a moment and concluded that it probably didn't matter what happened with the Lethe witch.

So she said in an exaggerated tone, "Mom, you have no idea, that Lethe witch's Lethe witch soup was so fake! I was supposed to be reincarnated, but even after drinking ten pots of her soup, it couldn't wash away my memories!"

"I said, Lethe witch, you diluted your soup with water, Lethe witch got so angry that she glared at me, almost smashing the pot..."

"There was no other way, in order to smoothly reincarnate, I had to keep drinking Lethe witch soup over there. Seeing her overwhelmed, I started helping her cook the soup, and gradually became her assistant!"

Alana couldn't help but laugh and said, "You're really something, didn't ten bowls of soup burst your belly? What a bragger!"

After speaking, unable to resist, he pretended to poke Clara's forehead with his finger.

Clara leaned against Alana, resting her head on her mother's shoulder.

Although there was no way to hug or touch, it didn't matter. Being able to see and hear was already very good, very good.

The mother and daughter spoke like this, once the conversation started, they couldn't stop. From childhood memories to Clara's story about the magical flowers and trees in the imperial palace, the night passed just like that...

***

"Is this your sister?" Emily asked, arms crossed, with a cold expression on her face, frowning as she looked at the sleeping Sara.

A little chubby, plain and ordinary.

Brett gently covered Sara with a thin blanket, checked if the air conditioning temperature was suitable, and left a recording in her phone.

He said, "Let's go."

Emily looked 18 years old, while Brett looked 15 years old, but they were not short in height. At first glance, they appeared to be around the same age.

"What we talked about, you better not have lied to me," Emily said coldly.

Brett looked indifferent and said, "Although we haven't known each other for long, but you and I should be the same kind of person. You should know that people like us disdain lying."

Emily agreed with this.

She asked again, "Do you have a grudge against Ledger?"

Brett said, "No, I just wanted to clear up the misunderstanding with her, and I had to go through Ledger for that."

For Susie, he still didn't want to give up...

Although Emily was arrogant, it must be said that she did have the ability.

In this way, they brought Brett to the underworld and gave him something that looked like a sapphire.

"This person, who enters the underworld as a mortal, would trigger the rules and someone would come to hunt them down."

Emily looked at him coldly and said, "Don't give me trouble, I don't like trouble!"

At this moment, Brett didn't really listen. He was stunned by the scenes of the underworld...

The Underworld, he had only been to Ghost Abyss.

Now, he stood firmly within the realm of the underworld!