"Wait..." I tried to stop Edmond, but found that my voice was surprisingly hoarse and my mouth was filled with the bitter taste of medicine.

Hearing my voice, Edmond turned around to look at me.

I could see in his gaze that he still cared about me. I thought that he would come over, unshackle me and comfort me in his warm arms again.

But I was wrong. He looked at me with eyes that turned cold as ice. He moved his lips and slowly said, "I advise you ...