John Fame's hand suddenly tightened, he swiftly retracted his gaze, leaning back into the chair, letting go of the steering wheel, ignoring her.
"Well done, Lissy Lock."
She did not look at him either, reaching out to rub the part where she got hit, a lump had indeed formed.
While rubbing the lump on her head, Lissy said, "John Fame, you can do whatever you want to me, but please don't risk our lives like this. Not just yours and mine, but also the child in my belly."
"Child?" John Fame, who had initially calmed down a little, scoffed at her mention of 'child'. "I think, Lissy Lock, you're unfit to be a mother."
This statement wounded her deeply.
Because in this world, probably no woman hopes to be denied the right and capability of being a mother.
Lissy Lock fell silent, not retorting with sharp words, she just stayed quiet, unresponsive.