The old Master chuckled. His tone was calm as though he had everything under control, which was also his way of showing his contempt to Sabrina. "I wouldn't have succeeded if I had nothing on you. Where there's smoke, there's a fire. You have to have weaknesses for this to work."

She looked over at Lincoln and questioned, "You...are my dad, right? Biologically speaking?"

"I don't have a daughter as despicable as you," he responded fiercely.

"All these, just so you can save your lovely daughter laying in the hospital?" she mumbled.

"Shouldn't you save her?" Lincoln roared. "Both of you have the same blood coursing through your veins, and yet you plan on watching her die! How did I become a father to such a cold-blooded monster like you?

"Cold-blooded monster!" Sabrina muttered to herself. She lifted her head to gaze at the sky above, trying to blink back her tears. She looked back to the old Master Shaw and said, "now I truly believe what you said before."

"About what?" he asked,