Hoping she accepts the New Holy Scriptures is infinitely close to zero; complaining "you don't love me anymore", "is this how you see me" is more likely.
Wayne thinks about it and only feels headache.
Both options are painful.
The draft of the New Holy Scriptures, from top to bottom, every character appearing, even the honest Austin, none pleased Wayne.
Send back for revision, disapproved!
"But..."
"No buts, this is your problem to consider, I only look at results."
Wayne waved his hand and frowned, "Actually, writing the scriptures doesn't need urgency, Michael. You know that day will come, before that day, anything called scriptures, everything is all illusory, isn't it?"
Michael frowned: "Lord Son of the Holy, the day you are referring to may not be the same as the one I know."
"Oh, tell me about your day, I'll take it as a reference."
"..."
Michael lowered his head, refusing to reveal the Heavenly Father's secret order.
