Boom——
A muffled thunder flashed outside the window.
Briefly illuminating their position.
His face was so calm, his eyes, that usually showed no emotion, were so deep that they nearly choked her, like drowning in the deep sea, unable to save herself.
The hand of Yvonne Finley by her side slowly clenched: "Isn't this your intention, raising me by your hand, and watching me heartbroken because of this twenty years long drama?"
Wilson Finley laughed lightly in mockery, there was no warmth in his laugh, it was full of ridicule.
"What kind of perverse satisfaction would make someone persist day after day for twenty years."
Yvonne pressed her lips together, she didn't know why, but she was terribly afraid of what Wilson might let slip.
Seeing her quiet down.
Only then did Wilson fetch a first aid kit and sprayed some medicine on the reddened part of her wrist.
His lowered eyelashes were also cold.
