"Young Master."
Eddison spoke with difficulty, looking at William Moore.
William Moore nodded slightly, "Take out the medicine."
Brandan tightened his grip on Iris Harris's hand involuntarily. He looked at her pale, smiling face, and tears welled up in his eyes.
She was still alive.
Clearly still alive.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to tell William Moore to stop.
He couldn't comprehend any of Iris Harris's pain at this moment. Her choice meant she did not want to live like this anymore.
He couldn't make the decision for her, nor could he let her live in such pain because he couldn't bear to lose her.
Brandan slowly lowered his head, resting his forehead on the back of her hand, letting the tears flow down his face.
Eddison took a deep breath, then unlocked the code.
Inside the dry ice was the ice-blue drug that William Moore had placed inside.
Under the light, it emitted a mysterious and dark glow.
