Bab 187: My Father Is the Leader of the Rebel Army

"Madam, if your father is a descendant of my creator, then he certainly wouldn't be the kind of person who confuses right and wrong or engages in extreme wickedness. Moreover, based on my understanding of Master, he is not that kind of person either."

Asura's voice was deep but unusually gentle as it continued, "Madam, you shouldn't shoulder everything on your own. You should try to trust your father and, more importantly, trust Master."

Lora Sharp, holding a mecha tool in her hand, lowered her eyes and sighed softly after a few seconds.

"You're right. Because of the experiences I've had since childhood, whenever I encounter troubles, I always want to solve them myself. It's not that I don't trust them, but rather because I care too much. I worry that this matter could become a double-edged sword, harming both sides."

"I understand, but you're exhausting yourself this way. You must believe that they all care about you and love you," Asura replied.

"Thank you, Asura,"