She opened her mouth to rebuke them again, but her throat constricted.
"You're all lying!"
A child's voice, choked with tears yet remarkably clear and furious, suddenly erupted!
It was Mo Ling.
She let go of Bobby's hand and took a few steps forward. Tilting up her small, tear-streaked face, her dark eyes burned with pure fury as she glared at the arguing adults on the high platform.
"You... You're all saying my father is dead!" she shrieked, her voice trembling with emotion. "My father is not dead! He can't be! He promised Mother! He's the strongest person in the world! You're all liars! You're bad people!"
Her words were like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil.
