"No fooling around," Old Master Seymour warned, tapping his cane against the floor, "Grandpa is doing this for your own good!"
"If you really mean it for my own good, then let me return to the country immediately."
"Melody," Jared Quinn wrapped his large hand around her waist and let her sit down, gently coaxing her, "Let them try it; I also want to see what will happen."
The Quinn Family's medical history had always been kept secret from outsiders, which he knew,
He had never experienced it before, and now he wanted to see what had been tormenting the Quinn Family all this time.
"Young Master Quinn, just lie down, and I'll hypnotize you; you won't get hurt," the elder had already lit a particular incense, exchanged a glance with Mr. Quinn, and was about to start.
"Jared Quinn, I don't want you to be tested," Melody Thorne held onto his big hand, "Can't we go back? Let's leave this damned place."
