"Andrew, don't do this!" Inside Serenity Villa, Chantelle rushed in with a pale face. Andrew had just finished showering, his hair still wet. Several gashes on his back were strikingly visible. However, he ignored them, only stopping the bleeding before putting on a fresh set of clothes. After getting himself ready, he grabbed the pills from the table and swallowed them in large gulps. Chantelle's voice rose in anger. "This won't help at all. Do you even realize how much strength you've already burned through? Even if you force yourself to keep going with high-grade medicine, you can't take on the Driscoll family's elites, let alone Maurice!" Andrew's tone was calm. "Chantelle, you still don't understand me as much as you think you do." She froze. "What do you mean? I think I know you inside out. You're my man, and I don't want to watch you walk to your death, simple as that." As she spoke, she glared at Andrew through gritted teeth, tears streaming down her face. Andre
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