Chapter 169

The image of Darren from that night kept resurfacing in my mind. His body was covered in eight tubes and countless silver needles. His once strong figure had deteriorated into just a skeleton. His facial features were deeply sunken with high, sharp cheekbones. The only thing that made him different from a corpse was the weak pulse in his chest. That night, Darren's groans were constricted in his throat as he suffered through the painful night. His cold sweat soaked the bed sheets entirely, and the image remained fresh in my mind. Then, there were the materials Donn gave me. The number of victims was countless, and just reading the descriptions was enough to break my heart. I tossed and turned through many sleepless nights, repeatedly pondering whether I should get involved with the Preston family and all the danger that came with it. I was never someone suited for schemes and tricks. I was just a humble illustrator who loved to draw. However, with the Preston family watching me