Juliana Vanderbilt clutched Oliver Timmerman's hand tightly, her expression revealing unmistakable panic.
"Brother Oliver, since my sister is alright, let's go. I'm very tired, and my feet hurt a lot!"
Oliver Timmerman frowned and turned to look at Juliana Vanderbilt, noticing her complexion was indeed frightfully pale, almost devoid of any blood color, with fine sweat covering her delicate face, and that fragile and slender appearance was inevitably heart-wrenching.
But to leave now?
"Do we really have to go right now? Otherwise, I could get you a room to rest for a bit?"
"No! No, no, Brother Oliver, I don't want to stay here, I want you to accompany me and leave…"
Juliana Vanderbilt was anxiously pulling Oliver Timmerman to leave when suddenly, a "beep" sounded—the door to Faye Wright's room was opened!
A faint scent of roses wafted from the room, but even more shocking were the sounds coming from inside—
"Mmm... enough... that's enough..."
