Beast King'S Crippled Mate novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: A Mother’s Redemption (II)

Aria giggled as she felt happier after mocking her mother. She expected her mother to grit her teeth, glare at her, or even slap her. It would be better if Anastasia started calling her names too, because it would give Aria a reason to attack her and torture her until she was satisfied.

But Anastasia did none of those. Instead, she kept her mouth shut and continued walking towards the dining room. Aria clicked her tongue and muttered, "Boring."

Deep down, Anastasia did feel anger at her daughter for calling her boring, useless, and other stuff, but she also realized that she was the one who raised this girl. Aria was her byproduct.

’And I have raised a failed product,’ Anastasia thought as she quickly prepared the food for Aria.

Aria sat on the chair leisurely. The scent of food didn’t entice her anymore after she became a witch. The scent of a kid’s blood was ten times better than any food she had ever tasted before.

Despite her lack of enthusiasm, she wanted to be a good daughter for once. She planned to sacrifice her mother soon, so it was better to let her indulge in this useless mother-daughter relationship while she could.

’I need to find a way to kill her while feeling despair. But how? I don’t even feel anything when I see her,’ Aria pondered as she saw the red soup in front of her. She took a sniff and was shocked, "Wait, why does this smell so good though? Did you add something?"

"It’s a blood soup," Anastasia replied. "A kid in the village had just died yesterday because her mother had turned into a zombie, and her father finally succumbed to the illness. I buried her in our yard myself, but I made sure to take some of her blood because I know you like an innocent child’s blood."

"Ho-ho, you are really understanding, Mom," Aria was in a great mood as she took a sip, and was pleasantly surprised by the taste. "And it tastes amazing too!"

Aria saw that Anastasia didn’t touch her food at all, but she thought it was understandable since her mother wasn’t a witch, therefore she had no appetite for blood.

Meanwhile, Anastasia was staring at her daughter intensely with a strange expression. It was an expression of disappointment and cruelty mixed into one.

She waited until Aria ate the whole plate, and asked, "Do you like it?"

"Yes! This is probably the best food I’ve ever eaten!" Aria replied excitedly because she was being truthful. "Honestly, I think you should’ve just cooked for me every day, Mom. I will bring you dead children as stock, then you can just cook them in different ways. Turns out eating them while they are cooked is much better than just eating them raw!"

Anastasia clenched the rosary in her dress pocket. She had been praying religiously to Goddess Asmara all this time, and though she never got any response from the Sun Goddess, she thought what she would do next would grant her forgiveness from the Goddess and allow her to finally live in peace.