Joy Fischer glanced back at Luna Nash, saw the worry in her eyes, and gave a slight nod.
It was the first time she had seen her family in such a state, but she felt no regret.
'Drew Thorne was right. It was time for her to grow up. She couldn't keep hiding under her parents' wings every time something happened. They were getting older; how much longer could they protect her?'
The man on the ground looked at the panic-stricken faces before him and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"So what? You persecuted my grandmother first. I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine. Besides, it's not like anything actually happened to you, is it? Why make such a big deal out of it? Or is it that your guilty conscience has you scared?"
After speaking, the man laughed maniacally to himself. At his side, Quinn Fischer looked at the old lady and asked.
"Mom, what do you think we should do with these two?"
The old lady mulled it over for a long moment.
