"Aunt, don't die! Aunt!" Ryan Seys' tears fell torrentially, his eyes red, his voice hoarse and trembling as he held Nicole's fingers and cried bitterly.
Jose Floyd's tall figure emitted coldness as he approached.
A powerful aura spread through the alley, and everyone turned to look at the newcomer.
Familiar breath and sensation arrived, and Nicole, lying beside Ryan, struggled to open her heavy eyes to look at the newcomer.
In her view, that cold and familiar face came closer step by step, his steps steady and quick, his brows unwavering as he stared straight ahead, exuding a cold arrogance and untouchable nobility in every movement.
Jose Floyd... She was caught in such a sorry state by him.
Nicole's powerless eyes shifted, looking at the men behind her holding wooden sticks, her eyelids weakly wanting to close.
