When she arrived, Selma was filled with anger, but when she learned the reason why Ashley didn't come to France, she couldn't understand it even more.

Such a talented and capable girl was harmed to this extent by that person and even missed the rare and precious opportunity to meet Miffel because of that person. She had been tormented countless times in her heart, and had made a decision, she had to convince Ashley, even if Ashley was possessed, even if that damn Milan had bewitched Ashley, today she had to pull Ashley out of her trance.


But now, she had lost her sanity.

It wasn't Milan who confused Ashley, but Ashley who confused herself. This confusion could not be solved by anyone unless Ashley voluntarily got out.

As the niece that Sir Morio loved the most, Ashley did not say anything, but Selma followed Ashley, after a long time, she could clearly understand what Ashley longed for in her heart. Right now, Selma just hated that she could not understand this side of Ashley, hated that she could not understand Ashley, if so, then she could be cruel and indifferent to anything, not caring about Ashley's wishes, pulling this idiot out of the vortex, pulling her out of the cage that she created. But… damn, why did she hear and understand Ashley's words?


Selma looked at Ashley deeply, her eyebrows furrowed, and finally, she asked heavily: "One day he will wake up, when he wakes up, where will you go?"

When he wakes up, what will she do?


Was she deluding herself?

Now, she used the excuse that his mind was only like that of an eight-year-old child, so when he woke up, what other reason would she have?

What should she do?

These were Selma's words from the bottom of her heart.

She knew Ashley understood. Because the girl sitting on the sofa, although trying to hide the excitement in her heart, unconsciously clenched the teacup in her hand... It was the teacup that Milan stuffed into her hand.

"Stay awake. Mr. Morio has been gone for a long time."

Selma said firmly... yes, cruel, she knew, she was very cruel.

But she would rather be a little cruel to Ashley now than see her suffer in the future.

This girl was born a talented, arrogant, and famous girl, but had to go through suffering.

No.

Fate should not pour all the suffering into this girl's life.

"Mr. Morio has passed away... so stop dreaming. Those things are all fake." Selma gritted her teeth and continued to speak firmly. She volunteered that the one who hurt Ashley was her, not Milan in the future. She was afraid that Milan would go crazy. "I've said it before, he's not sane right now. He's not rational. He's not a normal person. I've said it before, the current Milan, is not the real Milan. Ashley, Milan really won't treat you like this. You know best in your heart, right?"

Selma's face became paler and paler, yes, her heart was trembling, because the appearance of the girl sitting on the sofa made her want to cry.

But she would rather let this idiot suffer now, than not want this idiot to be unable to bear it later. "I... I won't treat him... I will just take care of him, and wait for him to recover."

"Wait for him to recover, then what will you do?" Selma urged.

Sitting on the sofa, Ashley slowly raised her head, "You will know."

No one noticed Ashley's abnormality, right in front of Selma.

Ashley stood up: "I will go to the company in two days."

Selma didn't want to, shouted: "Ashley. Those things are all fake. Everything he does now is fake. It's all just an illusion in the mirror. Do you understand? Can you stop creating this kind of fantasy for yourself? When Mr. Morio was alive, you tried to please him, just tried to do everything well. Mr. Morio praised you once, and you were so happy that you forgot everything. Ashley, others say you are capable, but who knows that those successes that make people feel extremely satisfied, those hard-working parties, are all because you worked overtime, worked harder than many others? But, Ashley, in addition to Mr. Morio giving you the "Love Fund", in addition to praising you, you have done a lot of things, you have satisfied him, and you have paid such a price to be praised by him. What has Mr. Morio given you? Has he given you what you want? Have you achieved what you want?"

Ashley's chest hair ached, and she suddenly put down her teacup: "Of course. I have.

As long as I try, I can achieve it. I did it, grandpa was very good to me." She fidgeted, her tone changing. "That was just self-deception, Mr. Morio's 'kindness' also had its price. Thinking back, do you understand?" Selma questioned.

The waves in Ashley's heart boiled violently: "I understand. I have achieved it. Grandpa treats me very well! Selma, please get out of here. I am very tired, very tired, very tired, I want to rest."

Perhaps the quarrel between the two attracted Milan who was in the bedroom, Milan came out and saw the scene before her eyes.

Ashley's face was red as if she was about to cry. In the living room, there was only Selma. Milan ran quickly, pushing Selma "Get out, get out, you are a bad person, you bully Ashley, I will beat you."

Selma's eyes were also red, she knew, that today she had completely agitated the girl in front of her, she turned her head, glaring at Milan who was guarding front of her... Bad person?

"I am a bad person?" Her face paled, and she laughed miserably, angrily pointing at the idiot opposite: 'Milan if there is someone in this world who doesn't treat this idiot well, it's you."

After saying that, she turned around and left. Her high heels hit the floor, making hurried steps… she was also running away.