Amon stood at the doorway, gazing at her from afar. Seeing the hope slowly fading from her dazed eyes, his expression darkened.
He walked up to Taya and grabbed her small face with his cold eyes fixed on her. “Do you want to die with him?” he asked.
Taya lifted her eyelashes, which were damp with tears, and didn’t answer his question. However, her silent response revealed her wish.
After understanding what was in her heart, Amon mercilessly shattered her hope.
“Don’t even think about dying with him. You die once, I’ll save you once!” he declared.
Looking up at him, Taya’s tearful eyes were filled with despair. “Why?” she asked. Why did he have to take away even her right to die with him?
Amon slightly bent down and approached her face. “In this lifetime, you can only live for your sister’s wolf spirit,” he said.
As soon as Taya heard those words, she suddenly raised the corners of her pale mouth and laughed lightly, tears pouring out of her eyes.
Her crazed appearance, laughing and crying at the same time, fell into Amon’s eyes, making him slightly stunned for a few seconds. “What are you laughing at?” he asked in a low voice.
Taya didn’t respond, just knelt on the ground, curled up into a ball, crying and laughing like a madwoman who had lost her mind.
After staring at her for a long while, Amon slowly squatted down and asked her in a deep voice, “Tell me, what are you laughing at?”
Still, Taya didn’t answer his question, just laughed foolishly, the kind of creepy laughter that made Amon’s spine chill.
He stood up immediately and called George in, “You help her check if she has been mentally disturbed.”
Ge orge remained motionless, seeming to be sulking with Amon. “Anyway, you just want her wolf spirit. She’s gone crazy from the shock, and you can do whatever you want with her in the future, just as you wish, right?”
Amon furrowed his brow and spoke in a deep voice, “I haven’t even settled the score with you for tricking me into returning to Aronland, and now you’re talking to me like this?”
George was in the wrong, but he didn’t feel guilty. “I tricked you into returning to Aronland because I thought you shouldn’t keep Ms. Palmer by your side. After all, she’s not Rosalie. She’s just someone who’s using Rosalie’s wolf spirit. Yet, you are so obsessed with her and won’t let her
go. Ms. Palmer is innocent.”
Amon’s face turned cold, and he swept his gaze over George. “If you don’t want to help her, then get out.”
George was taken aback, angry and wanted to leave. However, when he saw Taya’s insane appearance, he sighed heavily.
He brought a medical kit, opened it, and took out a sedative which he injected into Taya’s arm.
Seeing her close her eyes, he then helped her onto the bed, put down the syringe, and turned to face Amon.
“What did you say to her just now?”
Amon looked at Taya indifferently and said casually, “Just told her that Griffon is dead.”
George’s emerald green eyes were filled with disbelief. “I don’t understand you. Griffon is only in a coma and not dead. Why would you lie to her like this?”
Amon sat down on the single sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at Taya’s pale face, calmly speaking, “Griffon wanted to mate her. If I didn’t lie to her, how could I have a chance to have exclusive access to Rosalie’s wolf spirit in the future?”
As he spoke, he was enveloped in a gloomy and dark atmosphere, as if unable to see the light and unable to see the way forward, lost in the street corner like this.
“But by lying to her, you made her me ntally ill. Have you considered her feelings?” George asked.
At the mention of this, Amon suddenly raised his dark and deep eyes.
“Her feelings? Then who would care about my feelings?” Amon wanted nothing more than to possess the wolf spirit of the woman who had loved him. Why couldn’t he have it all to himself?
George felt helpless seeing Amon lose control but didn’t continue their argument. “I’ll go check on Grace…”
During Amon’s stay in Aronland, he had been busy fighting for custody of Grace with Rosalie’s ex-husband. He hadn’t had much time to search for Taya.
George had a*sumed that once Amon got custody of Grace, he would give up on pursuing Rosalie’s wolf spirit. Little did he know that Amon had been keeping an eye on the situation ever since.
As George turned to leave the bedroom, he was met with Amon’s cold voice behind him.
“Don’t tell her that Griffon isn’t dead!”
With Griffon in a coma, he had little chance of ever returning to Taya’s side. If Amon could destroy her hope completely, she would stay by his side forever.
Even if she became crazy from the truth, it didn’t matter as long as Rosalie’s wolf spirit was with him…
George stood still, not agreeing to Amon’s request or looking back at him. After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and walked
away.
In order to prevent Taya from taking her own life, Amon had someone bring a chain and bind her hands and feet to the bed.
The woman lying on the bed said nothing, showing no signs of vigor. She simply looked out the window at the sea.
The ser vants who watched over her to prevent her from ending herself didn’t know what she was thinking, but they could see her eyes continuously shedding dry tears…
She cried all the time, yet not a sound came out, and the silence was so profound that there was no trace of human breath.
This went on for a week. She refused to eat or drink, seemingly determined to starve herself to death.
Amon would not let her die. Nutrient solution was constantly poured into her body, keeping her barely alive.
When George replaced the bottle of nutrient liquid, he noticed Taya’s empty eyes, and felt his heart tremble violently.
He lifted his hand and waved it in front of her, but she showed no reaction. He knew that her eyes had lost their sight.
George quickly took out medicine to treat her eyes from the medical kit and stuffed it into her mouth, but she refused to swallow it and even spat it out.
As George tried to persuade her, he saw her dragging the chain, turning her body towards the sea and whispering softly.
“George, I just saw him come to me. Don’t save me, please…”
Let her follow Griffon in this way… George stood in front of the bed, looking at the woman who lay there silently, and turned to ask Amon, who had been watching him.
“Are you happy torturing Rosalie’s sister like this?”
Amon leaned back on the armchair, supporting his left temple with one hand, and looked up at George slowly and calmly.
“Your duty is to keep her alive, not to be a mediator.”
George felt that Amon was crazy and unreasonable. “If this goes on, she will die.” Amon was indifferent and replied, “Then feed her some medicine to make her go into a coma!”
It would be so nice if she could just lay quietly on the bed like before, without crying or making a fuss…
George clenched his fists and was so angry that he didn’t want to say another word to Amon. He picked up the medical kit and left.
After he left, Amon released his hand supporting his head, stood up and walked to Taya. He stared at her pale face and slightly furrowed his brows.
“Don’t forget, you still have to draw design sketches for your sister. With your eyes blinded by tears, how are you going to draw?”
The woman on the bed still had no response, as if she couldn’t hear anything he said.
For the past few days, she had been like a dead person, except for talking to George once or twice.
Amon looked at Taya, impatience all over his face.
He grabbed her cheeks and pried open her mouth, then picked up the porridge on the table and poured it into her mouth.
Taya choked on the porridge and coughed violently, spilling it all over Amon’s fair back of his hand.
He stared at the porridge on his hand, his handsome eyebrows furrowing deeper and deeper, but he suppressed his anger and took out a tissue to wipe her mouth clean.
“If you want to die, I won’t stop you. But before you die, you need to help your sister complete the design drawings.”
“Also, you signed a contract with me, and there are two more things that haven’t been done yet, which need to be completed first.”
Taya turned her head away, avoiding close contact with him, and lay back on the bed, facing the sea again, choosing to remain silent.
He just wanted to prolong her life and make her live for her sister’s goal…
But for her, without Griffon, what was the point of living?
Amon’s indifferent gaze fell on the petite back facing him. After staring at it for a while, he promised,
“As long as you finish these tasks, I’ll take you back to our country.”
His expertise was in conditional exchange, but Taya had fallen for it a few times before and now didn’t trust him at all.
Her silence made Amon impatient. He got up and walked out of the room, his face cold.
Two weeks later, the nutrients were no longer sustaining Taya and she was gradually losing consciousness. Amon’s expression grew more and more grim.
He sat by her bed, pinching her mouth and trying to force her to drink something when she suddenly grabbed his hand.
“Griffon, is that you?” Trembling, she grabbed his hand tightly, slowly opening his fingers and interlocking their fingers together.
“Why did you only come to pick me up now? Do you know I’ve been waiting for you every day, until I couldn’t see anymore…”
Amon lowered his eyes and looked at the small hand holding his own. His expression changed slightly, but he didn’t immediately
shake her off.
She followed his hand to touch his face, but it seemed that she didn’t feel the sharply defined face from her memory, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
“So it wasn’t him…”
She let go of his hand, lowered her eyes,
turned her body to the side, and buried her head in the blanket. It was just an illusion.
She thought, “You didn’t come to me in my dreams, and now you don’t come to pick me up. Have you forgotten about me…”