Chapter 687

Zachary glowered. "Are you saying that we're already dead?" Mrs. Slate scowled, her fingers clenching on the handles of her wheelchair. "I was hurt, but I came back on a wheelchair because I had to. I'm worried she'd hurt you—" "If she does kill me, I deserve it. Consider that I'm paying your debt." With that, he reached for the door handle, but suddenly paused and turned around to his mother again. "Don't mention anything, and pretend you know nothing about the fire." After all, he knew very well that Lulu would just leave him if she could not have her revenge, and he wanted to keep her at his side even if she was doing it out of spite. "If she leaves me again because of you, I'll never forgive you!" "Fine, I'll even treat her like my daughter," Mrs. Slate quickly replied. "But you have to be wary of her—I don't want you to get hurt." Zachary sneered. "You don't want me to get hurt while you hurt others?" Mrs. Slate had no comeback for that. "Look, I know I've made mistakes,