Lan Yue staggered as if she'd just endured torture, tears instantly falling from her eyes.
John turned around, wrapped an arm around her, and with his other hand, gently wiped the tears from her cheek as if he were a lover.
With a slight regret in his voice, he said, "Good girl, if you had agreed earlier, your brother wouldn't have to suffer this torment."
Lan Yue turned to shake him off, but John's gaze suddenly turned sharp.
The hand that had been gently caressing her cheek instantly moved to tightly grip her throat.
Squinting, he said, "Lan Yue, my patience is limited, I'm giving you this one chance only.
Next time you play tricks and try to leave, I guarantee you won't just see him lose a finger."
Lan Yue's face turned ashen from his grip, barely able to breathe, yet she stubbornly refused to plead.
John smiled, slowly releasing his grip from her throat, then leaned down to kiss away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
He whispered, "Good girl."
