Chapter 42 The Battle

Leo's face was particularly haggard, his cheeks sunken in, and his eye sockets deep, his entire state looking very unstable.

His fingers gripped the gun tightly, the barrel pressed against my head, his eyes filled with madness and despair, his body trembling slightly, as if on the verge of collapse.

It was absurd. Leo had come to Ethan's house to lurk outside, he had taken me hostage, but the one on the brink of collapse was him?

I felt the beads of sweat on my forehead sliding down my cheek, my heart pounding violently in my chest, and I instinctively began to struggle.

"Hailey!" Ethan called in a low voice, his tone deep, containing panic as if conveying more information. My struggle slowed, and I looked at Ethan for a while, then suddenly sighed.

"Leo, we can talk. Put down the gun, okay?" I tried to keep calm, using a gentle but firm voice to parley with him.

"Shut up! Don't speak!" I suspected that Leo didn't hear what I said at all. He might have had hallucinations, thinkin