Chapter 88: Unconditionally.

(A/N: Listened To Cardigan by Taylor swift while writing this chapter. ( ≧Д≦) I cried alot while writing it. I'm too emotional.)

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After Drusilla's words, a moment passed before Isolde emerged from her thoughts, her gaze fixating on Drusilla.

"What?" Isolde responded, her confusion evident. "Do you know Azrael? And how do you know me?" she inquired.

"Does that really matter?" Drusilla replied, her eyebrows furrowed, arms folded defiantly.

Isolde, puzzled by Drusilla's sudden intensity, averted her gaze, thinking, 'Why is she suddenly fuming?'

"Look, Azrael..." Isolde began, but her words were abruptly halted by an intense pain gripping her chest. Gasping for air, her vision blurred, drowning out all other sounds except the pounding in her ears. Seconds later, she felt wetness on her cheeks, realizing tears streamed down her face. Drusilla stood there, a silent witness to Isolde's struggle for breath.