Although this was a lot to take in, Adria turned to Cubin and surprisingly Adria smiled, "Are you done? Cry-baby!"
Chubin frowned, "do you think I'm bluffing?"
"Actually! little brother..." Adria stepped forward, "I don't think you bluffing, but I also don't think Lady Belmont wants to go with you." Adria turned once more to Helen, "Or do you, Lady Helen?"
Helen inside the car immediately voiced the rejection of Chubin's offer.
"Does that mean that you do not mind dying? I mean Adria, Seriously?" Chubin had a brow raised at Adria.
At this moment, a silent wind suddenly blew and Chubin raised his head up, he frowned, then looked back at Adria, "Okay! it's your choice. Regret it well. Say 'hi' to dad for me!"
Chubin turned back and was about to walk away.
"Chubin! You don't have to do this you know!" Sasha pleaded, "You could just come back with us. If you are anything like Adria then that means you also have Daranite in your veins. You could become a Darkling. You could..."
