After these words, the entire hall fell silent.
"..."
Brutus, who was speaking in the middle of the hall, stopped, somewhat astonished. He abruptly turned his head, his pupils constricting violently.
"Rumble—"
The sound of rolling wheels was heard as Christine was pushed into the hall in a wheelchair by two guards. Her complexion was still pale, but her aura was undeniably strengthening.
"Miss Christine," the young deacon approached and respectfully bowed to her.
"Um," Christine's gaze slowly swept across everyone in the hall, "It seems that you all couldn't wait to divide my assets after my death. I just wonder if you actually have the capability to do so."
"Chri, Christine…" An elder stood up in shock, "You, you weren't…"
Just a few hours ago, they had confirmation from Universal Hospital that Christine was still in a deep coma with no chance of waking up!