"Bastian..." Tara Summer's heart sank; at this moment, Bastian's gaze was nearly lifeless.
Just like a dying person in their last moments.
She covered her mouth, almost crying out loud. Although Bastian had been having a high fever for days with no improvement, today, upon opening its eyes, it looked like this—plus, Henry Taylor said it had something to say.
This terrified her; she felt like it wanted her to come to hear its last words...
"Bastian, hold on, hold on..." Tara started to panic, pulling out her phone to call Liam Yancey.
The call didn't go through; it was obvious that Liam Yancey was already on a plane rushing back. She pressed the number for the landline on the private plane, and just as she was about to dial, Bastian suddenly moved—
"Tara..." It spoke a sentence that was unclear, its voice seemed both male and female, completely hoarse, with two voices intertwined, drifting in and out.
