Theresa Locke frowned slightly, then, breaking from her usual jesting demeanor, she spoke seriously, "Sister, there are some things I must make clear to you.
When I, Theresa Locke, make friends, their status and background don't matter to me. As long as our spirits match, even if he's a beggar, I'd still drink and chat with him.
I've decided that Barry Wolfe is my friend, and summoning father over won't change that. If Barry Wolfe is ever in trouble, I, Theresa Locke, naturally cannot stand idly by.
But rest assured, Barry Wolfe is my friend alone. Helping him is my business alone and has nothing to do with the Mystic City Locke family."
"Brother, about that man..."
"Enough, no more talk."
Theresa Locke waved her hand, interrupting her sister, and asked with a chuckle, "I heard there's a big meal, are you going to eat?"
"I... Yes, I'll go."
Doris Locke sighed, helplessly agreeing.
