Chapter 598

Just when Andrew was contemplating how to end it all, someone appeared. That deranged woman—she had thrown a girl into this nightmare with him. The girl clung to him, shivering. She said she was cold and told him her name was Angel. Andrew felt a flicker of purpose for the first time in what felt like forever. He couldn't die. Not now. He thought, "If I die, what would happen to Angel? She's stuck in here, and she's scared and vulnerable. Who will protect her when that woman comes back to hurt her?" No, he couldn't let himself go. Clutching the small, fragile figure in his arms, Andrew's lifeless eyes regained a trace of determination. Maybe no one had cared for him when he was young, but now he desperately wanted to shield Melina, as if protecting her would heal a part of himself. The darkness pressed on them relentlessly. But while the night dragged on, neither of them could sleep. Andrew had long grown used to his sleepless nights. Melina, however, couldn't clo