Natalie opened the door for Lucky, then looked at Rosalie. "Oh, so you weren't trying to please me. You were trying to please my dog." Rosalie wanted to dig a hole and crawl inside. Of all the dogs she could have pointed at, it just had to be Natalie's. She lowered her head in embarrassment. When she saw the cake smashed into crumbs on the ground, her heart ached. Life was hard now. Food and fuel had to be saved. Lillian usually only cooked simple meals, so Rosalie hadn't had cake in a long time. She glared at Natalie. "The world's already this hard, and you're still wasting food. That's just wrong!" Natalie spread her hands. "How did I waste food? I didn't even step outside, did I?" When she saw Rosalie open her mouth again, Natalie added, "If you're so scared of wasting food, then hurry up and pick it up. Eat it." What? Rosalie stared at her in shock. "I'm not a dog! Why would I eat off the ground?" "Oh?" Natalie gave her a sideways glance. "Aren't you?" Olivia and Harold both burst out laughing. Olivia even added, "Of course, she's not a dog. Dogs are smart and kind!" Natalie nodded seriously. "Right. My bad. I just insulted dogs." Rosalie felt like the tragic heroine in some TV show, surrounded by a group of cruel villains. She waited a whole minute, but no male lead came falling from the sky to rescue her.Her courage faltered. If she stayed here any longer, she was bound to lose even more. She turned her foot slightly, ready to bolt—only to find Harold blocking her path. He pointed at the cake with a straight face. "My idol said you have to eat it." Normally, Harold would never bully a woman. But he knew Natalie well. She didn't pick on people for no reason. If she did, that meant the person deserved it. Besides, he'd seen Rosalie acting arrogant and making trouble before. He didn't feel bad at all. Rosalie shouted, "You worthless bum, get out of my way!" Harold stood like a wall. She tried circling the other way, but Olivia stepped in front of her. Now trapped between the three of them, Rosalie's eyes fell on the dirty, ruined cake on the ground. She had met these three before. She knew she couldn't beat them. Am I really going to have to eat food off the ground in front of Natalie? No way. No way! Natalie's eyes were on the cake too. In her previous life, she had begged Jacob's family for a piece of bread to stay alive. They ignored her. Rosalie had even eaten snacks right in front of her, mocking her with cruel words. And now? Now they were the ones bringing her fancy cake. Natalie let out a cold smile.People had to be strong for themselves. The more you had, the more you got. The less you had, the more you lost. Rosalie snapped, "Natalie, my dad knows I'm out here! If he finds out what you're doing to me, he'll hate you even more!" Natalie didn't answer. She just watched her quietly. The standoff dragged on. The sun climbed higher. The temperature hit 120°F. Natalie, Olivia, and Harold all wore cooling suits, so they didn't care about the heat. Rosalie, dripping with sweat, couldn't last any longer. Finally, sobbing, she picked up the cake. She knew she couldn't go home unless she ate it. She shoved the cake—paw prints, dirt, and all—into her mouth, swallowing it down with her tears. As she chewed, she glared at Natalie's calm face. Why is this awful woman always above me? Even after being kicked out, Natalie still carried herself like a rich girl. She had never begged in front of Rosalie. It made her furious. Natalie almost laughed at Rosalie's humiliated face. The Ashfords must be living well these days. Rosalie looked like she had never known hunger. In her previous life, Natalie would have eaten a cake like this—even dirty—happily, if it meant survival. Rosalie pretended the cake was Natalie herself, biting into it with clenched teeth until it was gone.She wiped the crumbs off her hands. "There. Can I go now?" Natalie gave Harold and Olivia a look. They stepped aside. Rosalie shot them one last glare, then ran. Natalie curved her lips and called after her, "Be a good girl and wait at home. I'll be coming to visit." Rosalie froze in place. Suddenly, she remembered the massacre of the Boltons. She had seen Greg's corpse that morning with her own eyes. She had been so busy venting old grudges that she almost forgot—Natalie was a dangerous, brutal killer now.