Fifteen glanced at the watch on her wrist; twenty minutes had passed. Satan had only given her half an hour. In ten minutes, it would be the final moment; she had to make a decision.
Carl's face flashed before her eyes, and Fifteen looked up at Lucas Walker holding the child in his arms.
At this moment, the child's face happened to be facing her direction.
The little girl had been with her for the past few days and was very familiar with her appearance. She reached her small hand towards her direction, with a smile on her small mouth.
Ivana Bennett noticed her daughter's actions and spoke with a smile, "She wants you to hold her."
Approaching, Fifteen carefully took the child from Lucas Walker's arms.
Immediately, the little one stretched out her chubby, tender little hand. She bent down, and the little one's soft palm landed on her face.
That small palm, soft and warm, looked into her eyes, shining like a gemstone.
