Chapter 593

Sheila swerved swiftly when she heard her Lucille laughing like a psycho would. She was instantly at loss when she saw the latter with Derek, laughing. Derek wasn’t laughing really. But there were tugs on his lips. What was going between the two? Did they know something that she didn’t? Did they know something that the ancients didn’t?

Her eyes widened a fraction when her daughter zapped around them, zapped around her, with such a speed that dazed her, and stood at the edge of the cage as if she could see the beginning of the cage, as if she knew the end of it.

Sheila saw that this singular action of Lucille fazed Legardo, but she wasn’t about to lose a daughter she had just found. “Lucille! What are you doing?”

Lucille turned her head and looked at her mother, the smile not wavering on her lips. And with a voice, loud enough to be heard by a confused Legardo, she spoke: “He said there was no medium of communication in the cage but I was in Freya’s mind some minute