Chapter 229 Was He Asking Me for a Favor?

I was stunned, feeling a surge of electricity pass through me as I met Idris’ dark gaze. It was leaving me numb and disoriented. Was he... asking me for a favor? Proud as he was, would he ask someone for help? "I know you resent me and hate me, and I'm aware that you want freedom and to sever all ties with me," he began, his words lacking the arrogance and assertiveness of the past, only conveying a sense of helplessness. "Perhaps you might not want to see me ever again. I understand all of this." Hearing him say these words with such a desolate and sad demeanor left me unsure of how to respond. A prolonged silence filled the quiet path, and after a while, he looked up at me. Under the dim streetlight, I saw a different side of him, one that was disoriented, cautious, and slightly pleading. "But could you please stay? Stay with the Youngs. You can torment or hurt me, but just stay!" I had always been more receptive to gentleness than force. His sudden change in tone left me unable