Lincoln moved quickly and pulled Zayla into his arms!
He hugged her tightly.
Then, Zayla heard a loud sound!
She was startled.
Lincoln slammed his fist on the wall behind her!
Lincoln was furious and needed to vent his anger. But he was afraid that he would hurt her, so he put her into his arms.
Even if he lost control, he would never hurt her.
Zayla bit her lips. She wanted to check his hands. But the room was in darkness. She couldn't see anything.
Zayla understood his feelings now. If she were him, she would be a thousand times angrier than the man in front of her!
That was his relative, his own sister! How could he not lose control? How could he not get furious?
"I lost my mother when I was young."
"Lucy is my only relative." Lincoln said.
Zayla suddenly felt very distressed.
The eldest sister was like a mother.
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