Amy drooped her head despondently. Bead-sized tears rolled down her cheeks, making her look incredibly aggrieved.
She didn't have any ulterior motives; she just felt terribly sick. In the past, whenever she was ill, her mother would always stay by her side. This time, she just wanted her mother to hold her. Instead, she was told that such an action would only make her mother hate her.
Seeing the little female cub looking so wronged left a bitter taste in Laxus's mouth. However, Tyler's resolute stance made it clear that there was no way they were going to see Ophelia today.
Laxus felt troubled. What were they supposed to do? After all, this was his sister's biological daughter. He couldn't just leave her be.
"That damn Loki! He has no sense of responsibility whatsoever. He isn't fit to be a father." Laxus furrowed his brows in anger, feeling indignant on Amy's behalf. But right now, he was all talk and couldn't take any substantive action.
