"..." Isabella was so angry she could have spat blood, and coldly said, "Am I a child, or blind? Do I need you to lead me by the hand?"
She used all her strength to break free, almost reaching her maximum power, but in Obby Stuart's grasp, it was insignificant and easily neutralized.
In fact, it only made her sweaty palm gripped tighter, more forcefully, as if to merge into Obby Stuart's warm flesh and blood...
"Don't waste your energy. You've lost all your martial power, I'm going to protect you, hold you, and charge forward..."
Obby Stuart leisurely held her hand, and as they walked forward, what was initially not very far away suddenly became farther than the galaxy.
Each step Isabella took was painful.
She hated her father's arrangement, and even more the man beside her who kept saying he wanted to protect her...
But to those people behind them, "How sweet."
"Xavier Gale is so good to Debora."
"Like glue and lacquer..."
...
Of course.
There were different voices—
