บท 222: Ross

It was the slip of his tongue. His life on the edge made him speak which shouldn't be spoken.

"Aaah…" He started dwindling, flustered by his own mistake. 

"Tell me, what do you know about him?"

Umm…

Seeing that he was hesitating, Vladis pushed hard on his wound making him flinch. "Either you speak or you die. You better start speaking because I am not a very patient man"

Parson Norman saw the extremely similar ruthlessness radiating from his eyes, similar to Vladella. There was no doubt, he was her son. He didn't inherit her features but her attitude was deeply absorbed in his bones. He was well aware, his silence will cost him his life.

If it was before, he wouldn't have minded remaining silent for his undying love, but now, he has a reason to live. No matter how twisted it was, he finally felt like living, and he knew that he couldn't let it go.

Cough…

"Stay away from me. I will tell you everything that I know. I promise"