He stared at the priest in front of him as if he wanted to burn a hole through him.
The priest stood frozen in place.
After a long while, Joseph clenched his fist tightly.
The priest's face was full of helplessness. He shook his head and said, "It's useless. Fate is fate. It can't be changed."
Fate was fate. It couldn't be changed.
Who said that it couldn't be changed?
Joseph suddenly let out a burst of laughter. His tone was still casual, but it was full of an evil and overbearing aura.
"If God won't have mercy on her, then I will."
"If God won't protect her, then I will."
"As long as I'm here, that prophecy will never come true."
After that, he turned around and left.
The priest stood under the shade of the tree. After a while, he sighed and shook his head.
......
Beside the pool, Lucille had just finished washing her hands.