Chapter 115
- “Can I get her name?” Harold questioned. “She is the same age as my granddaughter; they could be friends.”
- Hearing that, Tedmond frowned. The two girls were the same person, and he was trying to get them to be friends with each other. That was the worst thing he had heard all day.
- “Don’t cross the boundaries, Mr. Griffin,” Tedmond replied, peering at Harold. “Why are you here?”