"Anyway, as long as we are not dead, there is still hope," Isabella said softly, her voice tinged with resolve.
Cecilia fell silent for a moment, then laughed heartily, "It's just me and my brother left in my family. I don't care about anything else. If I have to die, I want to die with him."
"But to have met you before dying, that is actually my luck," she added.
John frowned slightly hearing the women speak in such a somber tone.
"Why speak of such gloomy things now?"
It wasn't the final moment yet; there was no need for despair.
Meanwhile, John closed his eyes and keenly sensed the power of control that Principal Sophia had given him.
He had a feeling that Principal Sophia had given him only 50% not because she was reluctant but because that was all she could give...
This was the limit of what Principal Sophia could grant him; the other 50% of the power of control was no longer in her hands.
