"What if it really is like we suspect, what will you do?" George Xyler hit the nail on the head.
Caleb Green responded without a thought, "Take her home."
Mason Quinn exchanged a glance with George Xyler, then looked at the indifferent man surrounded by a cold aura and joked.
"Where does that leave Julian," he suddenly became serious, "Caleb, do you really understand her? Do you know that for the past seventeen years, she's been struggling in the Abyss every single day?
Do you know that although she's seventeen, she looked only fourteen or fifteen when we first met her? Do you know why she seems so unruly and cold?
Caleb, even though we're brothers, I have to say it, you understand nothing, so what are you talking about taking her home?"
The series of questions from Mason Quinn made Caleb Green's body stiffen.
The atmosphere in the living room fell silent once again.
