"You don't need to be so formal with me." Jacob smiled, and his voice became slightly cold, "Whoever hurt you must die... No matter who it is, I will make him pay the price."
Warmth rose in her heart. She was touched... because she knew that his words came from the bottom of his heart. He was different from Fletcher, who was always just pretending to care.
Her identity was Elnour, Fletcher's adopted daughter. Perhaps because of his interest in brainwashing, he treated her as an experiment project. Although he cared for her, he maintained conditional trust towards her.
That made her feel sick; she was emotionless. However, when it comes to Jacob, it was different. Every word from him, every word of concern could affect her heartstrings.
"Holy Doctor, let go of my son. Maybe we can negotiate." Fletcher looked at the motionless Mauden and said.