Ryley gritted his teeth but heaved a deep sigh and flashed a contrived smile.
"There will always be people like him. They are beyond help, honey. The world wouldn't have witnessed such a tragedy if they hadn't been so greedy for power."
Ciara's brows raised in surprise for a few moments, but then her gaze lowered as she muttered with a bitter smile, "Do you really think so?"
"Hmm-hmm." Ryley nodded, then kneeled in front of her and gently brushed her hair. "Now… won't you tell me the truth of what you have done…?"
Ciara then offered her palm after a momentary silence. "Come with me."
Ryley took her small hand without further ado. He didn't expect his daughter to take him back to the past, wandering his memories of the visions he had seen before.
