After a long while, Ethan slowly sat up.
A dark, menacing smile appeared on his haggard face.
"Well done. Very well done.
Mark family, keep going with your madness.
My trump card is almost here.
When the time comes, I’ll destroy your entire family.
Sky, hurry up and come.
Hurry up!"
Under the moonlight, its silver glow spilling into the prison cell, Ethan’s face was illuminated.
At this moment, Ethan looked utterly disheveled, fierce, and terrifying.
He was starving.
Truly starving.
Hadn’t Leonidas delivered food earlier?
But before leaving, Addison had dumped all the food onto the ground, stomping on it violently. It was completely inedible.
Ethan’s consciousness began to blur. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he suddenly heard faint footsteps.
The scent of food
