"Sisi…" Lyndon's senses caught up with him and seeing Simione in a very bad emotional state made him calm down. He chooses not to compete with the girl's concealed mystery, not when he saw her fragile hand bleed with the sharp piece of ceramic she was holding. Her frustration swallowed her up whole that she did not realize her hand was injured already. "Sisi your hand…."
Yet, even Lyndon's sudden change of expression did not stop the girl from venting off.
"It's very easy for you to say we should have allowed you to die," Simione continued her words. "Did you for once think about Madam Silicia and grandfather Williams? What do you think will happen to them if you indeed died?
