Eloise's POV:
I knew very well how long I'd been in this house.
When Lisa appeared in front of me, I wasn't asleep. However, I didn't know what to say to her. But she only stayed for a few minutes before leaving.
With our current relationship, it was not suitable for us to communicate more. This was enough.
In my memory, I truly treated her as a friend and a sister. But I didn't know when it started, but she had been distant from me.
However, I only realized this very late. When she thought about this, Atticus had already started to like her.
I looked at my wrist. The wound there had already started to heal, which was the effect of the werewolf's bloodline. I thought for a moment and used the glass to scratch it.
I was not as bad as I looked. My appearance was entirely due to the loss of too much blood. And my mental state was also mostly displayed. I just wanted to lower their guard.
But today was the last day.
