Paine's game

"I just hope to see Cinderella successfully attend this ball? What does Cinderella have to do with you? Your pretentious saintly behavior reminds me of a very annoying person."

The head in the middle showed an irritable mood, and the two heads next to it suddenly did not dare to make a sound.

"Although I don't know why you have the idea of ​​​​helping Cinderella, I believe it is not just out of kindness. There are more poor girls than her in the kingdom, why don't you help them? I want to hear from you

Reason, I have previously forgiven you for deceiving Cinderella in my name, but it does not mean that I can turn a blind eye to another lie, so you'd better tell the truth. Why did you help Cinderella attend the event?

Prom? What's in it for you?"

Mrs. Green's questions were sharp and sensitive. Paine knew that if he didn't answer well at this time, he might have to restart his life.

He organized his language carefully.

"Cinderella is a very good girl."

Mrs. Green waved her paw impatiently.

"That's enough, Ronald. Answer my question! I don't want to listen to those flattering words that my husband said to me countless times during my lifetime, but they turned out to be false. I just want to know why you

To help Cinderella. Also, if you can’t give me a reason that satisfies me, then I don’t mind killing you right here.”

"Mrs. Green, don't get me wrong. I was just organizing my words because my reasons may not be completely convincing to you. But I promise that what I said is true. I never wanted to gain anything by getting close to Cinderella.

The good thing is, I have absolutely no ill intentions towards Cinderella."

Paine broke out in a cold sweat. He could feel that Mrs. Green had really had murderous thoughts just now. How badly had this woman been deceived by her husband before she was alive? This woman looked so bitter and resentful that she felt a bit hateful towards men!

Although Paine still did not answer the question directly, his repeated emphasis that he had no ill intentions towards Cinderella still had some effect - Mrs. Green still cared about her daughter.

"Then, please answer directly, why do you want to help Cinderella? Whether the reason is convincing to me is naturally for me to judge, not you."

"It's like this. In fact, I was born in an unhappy family. My mother left me when I was very young. My father found another stepmother for me. Coincidentally, that stepmother

She also brought two children with her, and they later gave birth to another one..."

Paine told Mrs. Green with a miserable face: "...When I heard Cinderella crying in the bushes, and later learned about her situation, I felt that I was in the same boat and wanted to do something to help her fulfill her wish.

I hope Cinderella can no longer live alone, if she can form a happy family..."

"Are you kidding me?"

Mrs. Green's face was cold.

"The way to build a happy family is to go to the ball and wait for the prince's favor?"

"But, this is her wish, isn't it? She really wants to attend that dance."

Mrs. Green was silent for a while, and just when Paine thought she would suddenly get angry, she spoke again.

"Is it that simple?"

"It's that simple!"

Paine secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although Mrs. Green was in a strange state, her consciousness did not seem to be eroded. She was finally pleased by the fact that her original family was unhappy and she saw Cinderella's sympathy.

"So, will you do your best to help Cinderella?"

"Of course, I will do my best!"

For the sake of his own life, Paine took a risk to ensure his own life.

"Then, please remember your promise and come with me."