The suggestive curve at the corners of Linn Daniel's mouth took on a deep significance.
An air of madness was palpable, making it hard to imagine that such a look could reside on a child's face.
Falling from a height, he showed no fear, his eyes filled with thrill and excitement.
Caroline Edwin raised an eyebrow, looking at the child in front of her, and murmured softly, "Little Linn is getting wilder."
Just a while ago, he had been a tender little angel, constantly trailing behind her.
As his body plummeted towards the ground, Caroline dropped the bag in her hand, her body moved swiftly, racing towards him like a flash of lightning.
She caught Linn Daniel securely in her arms, but due to the rapid impact and unstable center of gravity, she staggered a couple of steps.
Linn let out a derisive chuckle.
Despite the fact that he'd been saved, there wasn't a hint of gratitude in his eyes. Instead, the dark and cold sarcasm in his eyes intensified.
