Chapter 149

• Perhaps the tea had been steeped for too long, leaving a lingering bitterness on her tongue, and the flavor hung in her throat, refusing to dissipate.
• It was hard to imagine that someone like her had ever called anyone "older brother" when she was little.
• Carl seemed to smile faintly. There was nothing unusual in his expression, but his dark eyes were deep and distant. His demeanor remained impeccable as he spoke politely, "Grandmother, my family is not that complicated, and no one can control me. The person I choose will not be made to suffer."