Benson said indifferently, "I don't refuse Grandma's kindness, but I refuse a bowl that your hands have touched."

He added a word with disgust, "Dirty!"

The smile on Selene's face froze, but she brought the soup over anyway.

Juliana looked up at the good show and was not worried at all.

Selene walked step by step toward Benson, holding the bowl.

"Ah."

With a thud, the bowl in her hand fell to the floor and broke into pieces.

Selene screamed as she sprained her ankle and flung herself forward.

Her eyes widened in horror as she looked at Benson in front of her, "Help me! Ah..."

Juliana turned her head...