CHAPTER 211

Pitch black. That was what Nona could see after losing consciousness from that incident. She can still vividly remember Andrea's face and state before her eyes lost their energy to stay open.

It felt like hours, no, days that she couldn't see or hear anything. Was she already dead? Her thoughts about her possible death continued until she finally heard voices. The voice from the younger one was crying as she angrily spoke to the older male. It was muffled, but Nona Gracey recognized those voices very well, Phileo and Ray.

Though their words were incomprehensible to her, she knew that the atmosphere between the two wasn't all that good. She badly wanted to open her eyes and move her body to stop them, but she was unable to do so. She tried so many times yet every time she did, it failed over and over again. Silence came over once again.