Eva instinctively refused. "No, I don't want to see him."
"You don't have the right to refuse," Ethan said, grabbing her hand and dragging her down the stairs into the basement.
They passed through a long, dark corridor and entered a windowless room. On the bed, Edward lay motionless, looking like a corpse.
A chill ran down Eva's spine.
The room was sparse: just a bed, a few chairs, and a table. Edward lay on the bed, completely lifeless, an IV drip stuck in his arm, and he looked on the brink of death.
"Don't worry, he's still alive," Ethan said, pulling her down into a chair next to the bed, his arm casually draped over her shoulder as he leaned in closer to Edward.
"Dad, I've brought Eva. We're getting married soon. By the way, Eva helped me retrieve the documents you kept at 'Paw
