Warrior Tucker blinked her enchantingly beautiful eyes, looking at Yvonne Finley with a playful smile, "Isn't he my last relative? I'm helpless."
Yvonne Finley closed her eyes.
Despite Warrior Tucker's seemingly harsh words and disregard for others, she had a soft heart. Her upbringing had instilled kindness in her, despite her parents' misfortunes.
She was just scared.
Life for Warrior Tucker was too exhausting.
"Relative?"
Yvonne moved ahead, "When you were stuck in the black market, when your home was vandalized and looted, where was he hiding?"
Yvonne struggled to express her concern.
Her words came out sharper than intended.
