Chapter 197 Had It Coming

• Jonathan pursed his thin lips, his gaze dark and gloomy as he watched Teresa devoutly praying with clasped hands, finding it ridiculous that someone like her would dare to pray. "Prayers of the faithful are effective, while the heavens won't even bother with the likes of you," he uttered indifferently, his tone grave as he pronounced Teresa's guilt.
• "Your brother had an accident and is being rescued inside, yet you're saying these things. Have you come here to intentionally upset us?" Michael couldn't help but rebuke.
• Teresa raised her eyes, a subtle hint of something unreadable passing through her watery gaze. She slowly released her clasped hands, tears welling up in her eyes. "What else can I do now? Even if Heaven is unwilling to help a sinner like me, my son is innocent after all..."