At Victor's Home

"You mean she..." Percival's dry lips trembled.

"What?" Oliver looked at Percival in confusion, trying to read his expression.

Percival's face remained as deep and calm as ever, but looking closer, you could see something flickering in his bloodshot eyes. His dark pupils seemed to dance with an unsteady light.

Percival lowered his gaze and ultimately said nothing.

"It's nothing." He was preparing for the worst outcome.

If it really was Eulalia, he had to hold onto her tightly, even if it cost him his life.

For Percival, Eulalia was a lifeline - a floating plank in choppy seas.

He still had selfish thoughts. He could hide and watch Eulalia from afar without disturbing her, but he couldn't bear to see her with another man. That would be worse than death.

If he could choose how to die...

He hoped Eulalia would be the one to kill him. Otherwise, he'd die with regrets, living a life worse than death.

Percival was now certain that the "Eulalia" in the video was really her.

Since Eulalia had