Chapter 300 You Hate Me

• Listening to the maid's report, Phyllis just gave a faint "uh-huh" and pondered as she looked at the nearly two-meter-tall cactus in the courtyard, lost in thought. The virus situation was tricky—the man only had seven days to live, and the woman wouldn't last much longer either.
• Should she watch them die or save them?
• Phyllis chuckled lightly, a hint of self-deprecation. She could barely save herself, let alone others. Louis would never agree to let them leave. He might seem kind, but he was cunning and ruthless. He would think she would let them go, only to attract Victor.