Aaron knelt on the ground and stared at the pool of blood that had been burnt by alcohol and was foaming, but he didn't make a sound.
Only when Edward went downstairs and there were no more footsteps could be heard did Aaron hold the sofa and slowly got up. As he moved, his wound was agitated and more blood flowed out. Aaron finally couldn't hold it in anymore and moaned in pain.
When Aaron looked up to leave, he realized that Sicilio had arrived at the entrance of the main hall on the second floor.
His tall figure stood under the door, crossed his arms, and looked at Aaron coldly.
Aaron's lips quivered a few times. In the end, he didn't say a word and dragged his aching body downstairs. As he brushed past Sicilio, Aaron's arm was grabbed by Sicilio.
Aaron didn't move.
