Chapter 897 Maybe She Really Is Gone

• Melody held Yannick's hand as they walked past the man on the ground, but to her surprise, the little boy gave a gentle tug on her finger, stopping himself right in front of the sprawled figure.
• "That guy just grabbed my wrist. Look, it's all red ... "
• The boy's face twisted with pain as he rolled up his sleeve to show a soft, pale wrist almost fragile enough to break. Now, a bright red mark circled it.