"You're the victor now, you can certainly indulge in such sanctimonious talk, Lissy Lock, you're indeed ruthless!"
Skye Turner's emotions had spiraled out of control, she found herself in an almost delirious state, struggling to accept such a reality.
The butler's respectful voice rang out: "Mr. Fame, I have brought Caspian Darcy over."
"Let him come in."
"Yes, Mr. Fame."
Lissy Lock turned to look and found that Caspian Darcy looked as haggard as Skye; his face was dreary, sallow, lacked any sign of vitality or color, looking utterly worried.
When Caspian Darcy saw Skye, a flicker of light entered his eyes. "Miss Turner…"
Skye looked at him, biting her teeth bitterly with tears welling up in her eyes.
Caspian Darcy, unaware of what had transpired, slowly walked over, glanced at John Fame and Lissy Lock, then bowed his head and said quietly, "Mr. Fame, Mrs. Fame…"
Then he raised his head and stood aside, not uttering another word.
