Chantelle felt slightly guilty as she watched Philip cry uncontrollably.
Was this plate an antique and a family heirloom?
Chantelle glanced at Daniel, the real culprit, feeling helpless.
He didn't seem the least bit guilty. Instead, he looked at her with innocent eyes and flashed a charming smile.
Her anger boiled over. She was about to explode.
"Uh, don't be sad. I'll get you the exact same one, okay?"
She couldn't stand seeing Philip cry like that. Speaking gently, she tried to comfort him as if he were a child.
But Philip didn't stop crying. Instead, he ran up to her and hugged her tightly.
"Chantie, you're back! Boohoohoo… I'm so happy!" He said and sobbed even harder.
Chantelle was stunned by his reaction.
That's when she realized—she had removed her makeup and was showing her real face.
