Avery had never felt this way before. It was as if Vivian's words had caught him off guard and thrown him into an icehouse.
Avery could not come back to his senses and even felt that he was hearing imaginary voices, but he could not be clearer that Vivian was not lying to him.
But Darlene had a terminal illness?
No matter how serious Darlene's illness was, how could it be a terminal illness?
Terminal illness could not be cured. It would kill people.
Avery's hands were trembling. He did not even realize that the strength of his palm was constantly increasing, constantly losing control.
Vivian's throat was tightly gripped. Her survival instinct made her want to pull Avery's hand away, but Avery's hand was like welding on her neck. No matter how hard she tried, it was of no use.
Vivian wanted to make a sound, but only her face turned from pale to purple, until it turned to red-brown.