For the past three days, the steward had shown Han Yingying new videos every day.
Since they were all real-time, Han Yingying couldn't help but believe them, nor could she ignore the lives of her children.
These three days, she had been in extreme torment.
"Miss Han, I am waiting for your answer," the steward said with a smile, yet each word seemed like a death knell.
Han Yingying mockingly looked at him, "Do I have the right to refuse?"
"Of course you do, it's just a pity for the two children."
Han Yingying ground her teeth in anger, "Send them back; I will leave with Ye Haofan, even if it means going to hell."
"You're being too severe, Miss Han. The master adores you, and he would surely take you to heaven."
Han Yingying scoffed coldly, her eyes full of derision.
The steward, however, didn't care, "The master will be very pleased to hear you tell him in person that you want to go with him."
"You will have a horrible death one day."
