Ryan Seys's words were intermittent, but Jose Floyd still clearly heard a few phrases: 'Aunt, bleeding.' These words made a chill rise along both sides of Jose Floyd's arms.
Ryan's small hand tugged at Jose Floyd as he ran, "My aunt is going to die...blood..."
Die——
This word reached Jose Floyd's ears, causing his fingertips to tremble slightly, and his mind flashed with an image of Nicole, face pale, breathless, as if even her breathing had stopped, an indescribable feeling of sorrow welling up inside him.
Jose Floyd's footsteps quickened alongside Ryan, and within a few steps, he was the one pulling Ryan along instead of being pulled.
Camden and the others followed closely behind.
Ryan was being pulled along by Jose Floyd, struggling to keep up with his pace, tears streaming down his face as he kept saying, "Aunt is bleeding...it's because of me... Will she die..."
