"Being threatened by Clarence is not a reason to frame my woman!"
"I know." Miriam understood. "Lincoln, do it. I'm willing to die if that would make you feel better."
"Do you think I dare not shoot you?"
In this world, there was nothing that Lincoln didn't dare to do.
Lincoln didn't hesitate to do anything for Zayla, even if that meant he had to pay a costly price.
"Lincoln, don't act recklessly."
Robert hastily persuaded. "You're trying to kill your mother. Do you know what it means? You should hand her over to your father!"
Lincoln's face turned cold, and he didn't intend to put down his gun.
"Lincoln..."
Zayla looked at Lincoln with bright charming eyes.
"Hug me."
She squeezed out a word with great difficulty. She wanted to stretch out her arms to hug him, but she couldn't raise her hands.
At this moment, Lincoln put down his gun and rushed up to Zayla, pulling her into his arms.