She stepped forward, touching Lucifer's face with one hand, "Lucifer, are you sick?"
"Cecilia, don't go."
"Why?"
"I don't want you to go. Thomas Shannon is not a good person." Lucifer held her hand and pulled her into his embrace.
Thomas Shannon, who had hung up the phone, heard Lucifer's words and snorted coldly. Soon Sophie would be pregnant, and then he would know he was a downright bad person.
With his chin resting on the top of Sophie's head, Lucifer affectionately rubbed against her, whispering, "Cecilia, I don't like Thomas Shannon."
"Why?"
"He's not a good person."
Sophie chuckled, pulling away from his embrace, "Lucifer, in a way, if it weren't for Thomas Shannon, I wouldn't be who I am today. I might have already been tormented into a real madwoman in the asylum. As for me and Thomas Shannon... let's leave it at that."
The harm he did to her could not be erased, but neither could she deny the good he did for her.
