This letter, is both a provocation and a warning.
Seeing that John Fame was silent, his complexion somewhat heavy, Skye Turner kept quiet, leaning even more into his embrace.
Considering this new development, one could not help but wonder what John would do next.
In a quiet voice, Skye said: "Every time I think of that razor blade, I can't help but think that the blood on it is mine... I'm so scared. I shouldn't be causing you so much trouble."
Captured in his thoughts, John didn't let her words reach him. Looking through the window, he sunk deeper.
Trying to appear as fragile as possible, Skye maintained a gentle speech, doing everything in her power to keep John from leaving.
John's mobile phone rang. It was the butler from the Lema City villa, calling.
He frowned a little, held the phone in one hand, while the other was still wrapped around Skye's shoulder. "What is it?" he answered.
"Mr. Fame, there is a minor incident regarding the madam," said the butler.
