Julie's POV:
I walked up to the room, holding the knife Jack gave me. It was pure silver, like an ordinary fruit knife.
The villa was dark, and there was no light at all. My eyes had long been damaged from being imprisoned for a long time. I couldn't see anything in the dark. I often fell down the stairs or in front of the table and chairs, but I got up stiffly and stubbornly walked toward my destination like a zombie.
I felt fear, not because of the darkness, but because of my child.
How was his health? The Evaria Family treasured him so much, so why didn't they treat his illness?
I was sure Jack wasn't doing well. Maybe the Evaria Family pampered him, but they couldn't provide much comfort. Jack was like a daffodil in the desert. He lived in an artificial water source, but it could not change his terrible and barren environment.
My child had been spoiled, both physically and spiritually.
