"Cecilia, the servant said you didn't have a good appetite today. Is something wrong with your health?"
Sophie Sullivan raised her hand to her forehead; the more she meditated, the more her head started to throb faintly, "It's nothing."
Lucifer pondered for a moment and said, "Angus already told me. He said you want to recover your memory as soon as possible. Cecilia, I understand how you feel, but things need to be taken step by step; you can't rush it. Those medicines, they harm your body, you..."
He knew Angus had prescribed her the medication, and that they had side effects, but in her effort to regain her memory, she didn't care at all.
She resented...
Not only Thomas Shannon, but also him.
That day, he shouldn't have stopped her; he should have let her vent.
Putting himself in her shoes, if the same thing happened to him, Lucifer feared he would lose control even more than she did.
