Now that the soundproof barrier was established, Johnson knew that nobody would come no matter how loudly he were to shout.
Johnson slowly retreated and, looking at Dorothy who writhed and screamed on the floor, said, "Mr. Roland, can you spare her? We're just nobodies. We didn't do everything out of our own will."
Roland sat down and said, "She's fine. She was only counterattacked when she tried to control me with her talent. She's not blinded and will recover soon."
Johnson was relieved.
"You seem concerned about her?" Roland looked at Dorothy who was still rolling on the floor.
Johnson waved her hand. "Not exactly. I simply sympathize with her for her harrowing past. She had finally settled down, until she pissed you off again."
Roland didn't consider it a big deal.
He couldn't believe everything that his enemy said. Everybody could pretend to be miserable.
