Hope Williams's eyelashes trembled lightly as she lifted her gaze, only to see Waylon Lewis standing by her side at some point, his powerful aura enveloping her.
Hope's dry lips quivered, and with a choked voice, she said, "Waylon, let me see Grandpa, please."
She questioned herself; her departure in the past had wronged no one, save for his elderly self.
"Waylon, are you still going to protect this woman?"
"Yes," Waylon answered coldly.
Not only was Alitzel Williams' heart shaken, but so were Hope and Joy Ward, without exception.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, Hope felt a sense of weightlessness, and before she knew it, the man had hefted her onto his shoulders with ease, his broad shoulders making light work of the task.
"Waylon, what are you doing? Put me down; I want to see Grandpa, Waylon, let me see him! I can save Grandpa, only I can, only me. I must atone, Waylon."
"Shut up," Waylon reprimanded coldly.