Lisa crouched, picking up the shattered pieces of what used to be a bowl.

Krystal, yet to be appeased, gave Lisa a kick. "I had enough of you! Do you know who I am? How could you make me this kind of trash?"

Lisa's eyes remained fixated on the mess. This wasn't the first time.

Krystal had been throwing tantrums these days, always getting angry all of a sudden.

Lisa's patience had reached its limit. "The food you call trash is the chicken that fed on grains and ran around the mountain all day long. It's organic food. I specially used expensive morels to brew you chicken soup.

"Our circumstances are nowhere near the Heaths, but you have better food and clothes than the average person. Just what is not enough?"

"It's not only our circumstances. You're nowhere as good as my mother's toe. It's all because of you, you witch! Why did you do that back then? My parents hate me now. They used to love me so much. Linus too. He…" Krystal rambled on and on.

Her rant was on a loop every s