Alex's expression became serious, his eyes darkening.
Perhaps Glen's secret was even deeper and more painful than he imagined, enough to sustain Glen in driving himself into a dying state, yet still stubbornly pushing the door to go six feet underground in search of an answer.
"Do you need a doctor? Or should I call an ambulance?" Alex asked Glen, even though he knew Glen might not be able to answer.
The man did not even have the strength to lift his eyelids, his pale face looking miserable.
He gave a very slight shake of his head, rejecting Alex's offer. This matter concerned the sect's secrets; outsiders could not be allowed to know.
Alex pursed his lips, crossing his arms over his chest. True enough, according to rumors, Glen was supposed to be happily vacationing in another city, sunbathing on the beach, instead of lying half-dead like a soulless corpse here.
