He didn't say anything, just stared at her. No, more precisely, he stared at her injured cheek.
Then, he uttered, "Does it hurt?"
Lissy Lock opened her mouth, but in the end, she could only utter an "Uh-huh."
She didn't understand why John was suddenly asking her this. Just a moment ago, he had regarded her life and death with indifference.
"When I came in here, I saw you with a red mark on your cheek. Did Nova York slap you?" he asked.
"Yes..." she answered.
John nodded without further comment, then walked over to her and untied the ropes.
It seemed Lissy realized that all along, John was aware of everything.
Undeniably, he was calculative and his thoughts were beyond fathomable. However... what he said to Liam, his indifferent words about her life and death, were stuck in Lissy's throat like a thorn.
Lissy was finally freed. There were injuries on her face and hand, but they weren't very severe. Her legs were trembling, but she was still barely supporting her body.
