Milan couldn’t even just excuse himself to get to the bathroom. He couldn’t wipe his face with his hands, either. His breathing was heavy, and the taste in his mouth was not something he liked. Bile and puke were mixing inside, and he wanted to throw up again. It’s just that…
“What do you mean, when I don’t choose the tower?” Martin gasped in anger. “Milan Sheppard, you do realize getting rid of me is not good for the island, right? That tower doesn’t just involve me and you—”
“Leave.” Melba huffed as she left Milan’s side and stood outside the cloth chamber. “The Divine Bride has spoken to you and given your answer. It’s time for you to leave. Sheriff, bring him away. Your nephew included.”
