Chapter 1204

Ian's heart tightened as he gazed at the woman before him. In her final days, his beloved had also had streaks of white in her hair, a sign of the toll life had taken on her. Perhaps it was because of his late love's own struggles with her health that, seeing Willow's head full of white hair, his chest ached, almost as if a lump had formed. He instinctively reached out, wanting to gently stroke the frost-like strands on her head, hoping that his touch might turn her white hair back into soft, dark locks. But as soon as his eyes fell upon her face—so hideous it was beyond words—he quickly withdrew his hand. Moses was old. He had been sick recently and was still recovering, bedridden. Ian knew that he couldn't possibly bring such an ugly freak back to his home. It would frighten his elderly grandfather, and he couldn't bear that. Meanwhile, the men grew more animated in their performance when they saw Maya. They were now nearly shouting, saying, "Everyone, come quick! The monster's