""Skye Turner," he intoned her name, "you disappoint me greatly."
"You know everything, don't you? Liam Fame told you, didn't he...?" Skye Turner struggled to rise from her sickbed, "What did he say? What exactly did he tell you?!"
"He didn't tell me," John Fame gazed steadily at her, "I've had no desire to see Liam Fame, whether he is dead or alive, he means nothing to me."
Skye Turner stammered: "Then how..."
"How did I find out, is that what you're asking?"
Skye Turner knelt on her sickbed, crawling towards him on all fours, trying to grab his arm: "John, I can explain, I can..."
"I know all about your deeds. Every single one, crystal clear."
He pronounced the last four words with emphasis.
Skye Turner's eyes were brimming with tears, threatening to fall any second.
John Fame gazed at her with cold eyes: "You framed Lissy Lock and pushed her away, I believed in you. But, Skye Turner, you have betrayed my trust. Do you remember the time Lissy Lock came looking for you?"
