I clenched my fists tightly in annoyance, realizing where he was driving at. Ethan fell into this situation because he's trying to protect me from Alfred, but here I am seeking help from his enemy.
"I can't!" I snapped sharply and looked away.
"He has just five minutes left. If the antidote isn't given to him, he will die! Normally, I'm not supposed to consider giving you the antidote, but because I prioritize having you as mine rather than killing him, I don't mind," he said, tapping his fingers on the table.
I fell silent, pondering his proposal. I know Ethan very well—he would rather die than accept help from his enemy. "Let's get out of here alive, and we will stage a perfect comeback," Ethan's words echoed in my mind. Maybe I should do it, after all, getting out of here alive is the priority.
"Stop!" a commanding voice echoed from atop a towering phoenix statue in the courtyard, instantly silencing the chaotic scene below.
