Chapter 68 Compatibility Trumps Effectiveness

• I stood up, tightly holding Mark's little hand, determined not to let go.
• By now, Freda had regained her rationality and looked at me with displeasure. "You're still sick, yet you're running around like this, and your appearance is a mess. I must say, Danielle, you neglect your image! What are you turning into?"
• Her words pierced straight into my heart like an ice pick, causing pain that shook every cell in my body.