Chapter 557

Abigail was not sure whether her words were reaching Xander. She sat quietly, her eyes glued to his face. Xander's face was even paler than it had appeared through the glass window, devoid of any color, like a thin sheet of paper that could be punctured by the slightest touch. She thought, 'Even sick as a dog, his face is still handsome, a kind of morbidly captivating charm. Did his parents make some pact with the divine to create such a perfect face?'

After staring at Xander for a while and feeling awkward for scrutinizing him so closely, she finally spoke up, "Have you forgotten about Essy and your grandma, Mr. Zane? Your grandma is old, Essy is still young, and you're their rock. Ever thought about what they'd do if something happened to you?"

As she spoke, Abigail watched Xander, hoping for any sign of a reaction. She recounted many things about his grandmother and Esther. Even as her words filled the room, Xander remained motionless, no twitch of a finger or flutter of eyelids l