Chapter 518 Everyone Pampers Her; I Only Have You

• Yena tried her best to be on Blake’s side. He glanced at her; she was dressing cutely like Lilly, and she even tried to speak like her. "Get out now!" He snorted. "Uncle Blake…" She was saddened, and she put down her hands, which were holding the lunch box. She lowered her head, and tears were filling her eyes. She was not putting on a show; indeed, she was scared of Blake. She felt that she was wronged; Lilly’s uncles all treated her well, and she thought her uncle would be good to her just like them.
• But she would not give up. Her father treated her better knowing that she was seeing Blake nowadays. If Uncle Blake is good to me, I’m sure he’ll visit my house. No one will laugh at me and my mother anymore! Lilly is already dead, so it’s natural that Uncle Blake shifts his attention to me. The child who was always bullied would be more mature and even sly than the normal children. It was normal for siblings to fight for attention in a household. So, it was normal that someone like her who was being labeled as the "Mistress’s daughter" and who was being bullied by her elder sister grew up faster than usual. She might not know how to use techniques and so on, but she instinctively knew that she had to make Blake like her. She looked up and muttered, "Uncle Blake, you’re in a bad mood because you couldn’t find Lils, right? I can be here to accompany you."
• After all, she was just a kid; Blake could totally see through her. He glared at her, and he did not beat her in the end. He called for Arthur and ordered, "Listen to me; if she ever steps foot here in the future, break her legs!" Arthur nodded and answered, "Yes!" Blake was walking away, and he said, "Throw her out." Arthur instantly carried Yena and walked outside. She was scared, and she cried, "Uncle... Please don't hit me. I’m afraid He paused as he heard her words. I wonder where Little Miss is. Is she in a dark place and crying helplessly? Is she saying "I’m afraid"? Too? His heart hurts thinking about it. Yena saw the sympathy in his eyes, and she cried even louder and begged, "Uncle, please... I’m just here for Uncle Blake; please don’t throw me out."