In the end, he really couldn't twist his bones, Mordred took out the pure milk in the refrigerator to heat it up, sat on the sofa and sipped it, letting the warm milk iron his uncomfortable stomach. betaways "I just don't like this city! I want to go back to Italy. If you really can't satisfy this, let's get a divorce." Caroline said this in a moment of anger, and she soon regretted it too.