She had regained a bit of strength, but still felt somewhat exhausted.
Luckily the wound was on her forehead, not the back of her head, or she might really be... no longer in this world.
Seeing her lost in thought, Walter Smith didn't mind. He watched her eat and smiled coldly, "You're waiting for John Fame to save you, aren't you, Lissy? It's good if he comes. Just watch, he'll lose and be utterly humiliated."
He's coming here? To lose?
"Why would he come here?" Lisa questioned back, "If he stays far away, he could strategize to save me. If he comes here, wouldn't he just fall into your hands?"
"Oh, there's something you don't know yet. Don't worry, I'll tell you." Walter stood in front of Lissy, blocking the light, "They want John to exchange himself for you, and John agreed."
Lissy was taken aback.
She clenched her chopsticks, her fingertips turning a bit white from the force. She struggled to digest Walter's words.
What's going on?
