Her agitation only met with John Fame's indifference, "Perhaps. If I can only protect one, I would choose the child."
Lissy Lock's fingertips dug ruthlessly into her palm.
John Fame continued, "I have a vague idea of what you want to negotiate with me. You want me to guarantee your absolute safety, you want me to drive away Skye Turner, you want to vie for some rights for this child, and you want to leave yourself a way out. Your only bargaining chip is this child."
"Just the child?" Lissy Lock laughed, "Yes, just this child. I am nothing."
At this moment, her back was as straight as a rod, and although her face was pale, she was smiling the whole time.
Lissy Lock understood that even if her smile looked ugly at this moment, it was better than having red eyes and a crying nose.
John Fame watched her expression without making a sound, hid it in his heart, blended it into a bloody wound, but fearlessly.
He said, "Lissy Lock, I've found out who's trying to hurt you."
