"In addition, I will share my successes with her!" Having said that, a flash of sadness crossed his face, which was rare for someone who usually appeared emotionless.
Under the dim light, his hair was messy yet stylish, and his facial features were sharp yet frigid.
Suddenly, God smiled with a distant look in his eyes.
He regained his peace and calmness as if his rage never happened.
Then, God wheeled toward Charlotte. "Since your sister had died, you'll witness what she didn't get to see. However-" God bent down and lifted her chin while she glowered at him.
He stared back. "You'd better behave yourself. Otherwise, I can do anything I want. Charlotte, I'm not Henry, and I won't be generous toward you. If you offend me again, I'll make sure you regret it! Take her back to jail!"
The next moment, Twyla entered.
God sniggered. "Count the prison tableware on the spot from now on!"
