This was their mission, and she would never give up halfway.
Just like what Cold Little Evil said when they first entered the Training Camp.
Even if there's only one person left, one last breath... never give up.
This was his principle, and it was also her creed.
"Sit tight!"
James Xavier took a deep breath, whispered softly, and stepped on the accelerator.
The car sped out, rushing out of the Hospital.
...
...
By the seaside fishery.
In the small room, a clean new blanket covered an old bed, and Iria Lindsay lay on the blanket, her face pale.
A bandage wrapped around her forehead, with dry bloodstains on one side, and the same stains were on her black dress.
At this moment, Arfen Finch sat beside her, carefully wiping the bloodstains off her arm with a towel.
Beside him, the water in the basin had already turned dark red.
