She staggered, almost unable to maintain her balance, her voice trembling: "John Fame... What did you say?"
"I didn't listen." John Fame replied indifferently. "As for the recorder, I threw it in the trash after you left."
The buzzing in Lissy Lock's head grew louder, her heart throbbing painfully, so much so that she couldn't breathe, her nose already stinging.
He said, he didn't listen.
"Wh...why?" Lissy asked, "John Fame, tell me why! Why didn't you listen! Why did you throw it in the trash!"
She asked loudly, her voice almost hoarse, screaming at him with all her strength, her whole body trembling.
That recording was evidence that she had finally obtained, but he didn't even bother listening before throwing it into the trash.
She got a scratch on her face from Skye Turner because of this recording. It was still red, and it hurt when it touched water.
Lissy was so desperate that she was worn out.
