Chapter 227 The Weather Is Changing
- Barnett stood there, watching Leona turn and walk away. Barnett's grandmother was sitting on the couch, gasping for air.
- Barnett, you don't feel sorry for your mother, I do. All You Barnett people, except for the cold-blooded, are sickening by the minute.
- Barnett held his hands tightly, his body as tight as a string that could snap at any moment.