"What do you want?"
Antwan was in a good mood and looked at Shirley with bright eyes.
She agreed! She agreed! She agreed!
He roared in his heart, unable to hide his excitement.
This feeling is like winning a victory after an 18-year resistance war. The sense of accomplishment cannot be described in words.
So, at this moment, Shirley could have asked for anything. Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, he would have eagerly picked them for her!
"I can go with you, but only if I stay with Braden until he recovers and sees the light again."
Shirley said firmly.
She had planned this from the beginning and will not change due to any accidents.
Antwan's eyes, which were initially as bright as torches, dimmed. He spoke in a low and cold voice: "Well, how can you accompany him to heal? Will you use your blood to nourish him? Look at yourself. You are so weak now. How much blood do you have left to continue his life?"