Unexpectedly, Franklin Clegg laughed after seeing the situation. He staggered back a couple of steps, his face carrying a pale smile: "You have won, Hank Clegg. I admit it, you have won...you finally defeated me..."
As he said this, he walked over to Victoria.
Victoria had been sitting motionless in a corner of the cabin, like a lifeless rag doll, making no attempt to move or struggle.
Now, she was sitting near the emergency escape door of the plane.
Franklin Clegg helped Victoria up from the ground and held her in his arms.
"I have lost, Victoria Talkington," he gently looked at Victoria, "Therefore, I can no longer pamper you, love you, and cherish you."
Hank Clegg frowned deeply.
Was Franklin Clegg saying these words to bid farewell to Victoria?
Was he going to... do something rash again?
While pondering, Franklin Clegg lifted his head, casting a look of near-desperation at Hank Clegg, "Do you love Victoria Talkington? Do you love her more than I do?"
