"I want to take her away!"
"She's a bait placed by others beside you, and sooner or later, she'll kill you!"
"Even if she kills me, I still want to take her away!"
"You're crazy!"
...
This conversation, like a dream, echoed in South Grant's ears.
In a daze, with no sense of time passing, South Grant finally felt the water recede from her body.
She struggled to wake up but found it impossible.
In a half-dream state, South Grant heard Nathan Foster's voice near her ear again.
This time, it was different from the dream.
It was so real.
"I want to take her away!" It was Nathan Foster's voice.
"She's a bait placed by others beside you, and sooner or later, she'll kill you!" This was a woman's voice, somewhat familiar, but at this moment, South Grant couldn't remember.
"Even if she kills me, I still want to take her away!" Nathan Foster's voice was firm and undeniable.
"You're crazy!" The woman's voice was sharp.
