Chapter 650 Guilt-Tripping
Bastian in front of them was in such a mess that they could hardly recognize him.
The clothes on him were wrinkled and smelly as if they hadn't been washed for many days. He looked exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes. His face, which had used to be handsome, was skin and bone now, looking very ugly.
If he hadn't called out the word "Keller", they would not have recognized him.
Jacob and Desmond immediately stood in front of Keller, preventing Bastian from getting any closer to her.
The two were tall and strong. When they looked at him with cold faces, Bastian was so frightened that he took two steps back and didn't dare to go forward, but his bloodshot eyes were fixed on Keller.
His voice was hoarse and eager, "Keller, I beg of you. Please help me. I have no other way. Only you can help me."
He sounded like a dying beast, full of despair.
Keller frowned and looked at him, puzzled, "What's

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