Evelyn's icy gaze bore into Lisa, a faint smile curling on her lips as she stepped closer. The air between them crackled with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife.
"What do I want?" Evelyn echoed, her voice dripping with mockery. "I want you to understand that you are nothing in this game. You’ve meddled in affairs far beyond your comprehension. Ace’s condition was always meant to serve a higher purpose—a purpose that you are woefully unequipped to grasp."
Lisa clenched her fists, forcing herself to stand tall despite the fear clawing at her insides. "If you have the antidote, give it to me. Ace doesn’t have to suffer because of whatever twisted game you’re playing."
Evelyn laughed, the sound cold and sharp. "Suffer? Oh, dear Lisa, you still don’t see the bigger picture. Ace is not
