"Ethan, I hope you can keep your word." Emily said, finally making way.
Aidan Lucas cast a deep glance at Emily and strode into the villa.
He didn't have time to worry about the confusion in his heart right now, and Emily's words reminded him of his unbearable childhood...
Aidan suppressed his inner restlessness and hurried upstairs to his bedroom. As he entered, he immediately saw Lily Gray lying on the bed.
Lily was lying there with her eyes closed, her brow furrowed as if she were extremely uncomfortable.
So thin, weak, and pale, with no trace of color on her face – even the tear stains on her cheeks were still damp.
She...had been crying?
For a moment, his black pupils contracted, and he hurried to her bedside.
Seeing the needle on the back of her hand, his eyes were filled with concern as he could not help but touch her feverish face.
With his deep black eyes, he looked at Lily on the bed, his gaze moving back and forth between her and the needle.
