"Lily..." Just the mention of those two syllables caused the crimson in Aidan Lucas's black pupils to fade bit by bit.
Benjamin Lucas IX nodded hastily, "Yes, Young Lady. Mr. Lucas, please answer now, don't keep the Young Lady waiting."
Upon hearing Benjamin Lucas IX's words, the red in the man's eyes gradually settled down.
Until he took the cell phone.
The originally reddened eyes once again became the usual cold and stern.
"Hello," he began, his magnetic voice hoarse.
"Aidan Lucas, where are you?"
The woman's delicate voice came through from the other end of the line.
It was like the clear ringing of a bell that cut through layers of demonic barriers, dispersing bit by bit the jealousy and anger he was immersed in amid the bloodshed.
"I'm downstairs," he said.
His voice remained low and harsh, yet it involuntarily revealed a hint of an unusual emotion.
He thought that the woman had woken up and, not seeing him, had become anxious.
