"Lily, the night you left, Brother Ethan had just come out from the military department..."
Joan Wellington's gaze seemed distant, as if reminiscing.
"It was Brother who went to pick him up, along with Samuel McKinley and Sebastian Lucas VII. Later, I heard Brother talking about the scene that day. He said that at the time, Ethan's entire body was convulsing, but he was still holding on..."
"What was he holding on to?" Every word Joan said seemed to tear at Lily's heart violently.
"Holding on to..."
Joan hesitated, afraid to continue.
She felt that Lily's condition was very bad.
Ever since she was told about the dual personalities, Lily's complexion had been terrible.
Pale and weak, with tears streaming down her face, the veins on her temples stood out prominently.
"Joan, tell me... I can handle it."
If Ethan could endure such pain, this little pain in her heart, what was it really worth?
"Okay, then I'll say it."
