"Because I'm conflicted," Shirley gazed at Antwan and said softly.
"Conflicted about what? Tell me, make me happy," Antwan grinned mischievously as always, "Even though my wrist got cut today and it hurt like hell, I'm genuinely happy! The goddess cares about me, the goddess pities me, the goddess is willing to talk to me, and we even enjoyed the moon together... It's worth the blood!"
"May said that Braden doesn't reject your blood. She found a way to cure Braden," Shirley's gaze was profound.
Antwan's puppy-like expression immediately dropped, and he coldly asked, "What way?"
Shirley relayed May's words to Antwan.
After listening, Antwan fell silent for a long time. Then he sneered, "It sounds like using my bone marrow to save Braden's life, exchanging my eyes for Braden's eyes."
"In theory, yes," Shirley nodded.
Antwan was as intelligent as her. Just by hearing the name of this treatment, he knew what it entailed.