Nancy Monahan looked at her brother, a flash of pity and heartache in her eyes.
She and Milo Monahan had grown up without a mother and with a father who paid them no mind. The two siblings had always relied on each other, growing up in the complex environment of the Monahan Family.
Nancy Monahan was nine years older than Milo Monahan and had doted on her younger brother since they were children.
Whatever her brother wanted, she would grant his wish.
Walking to the side of the hospital bed, Nancy Monahan reached out and gently stroked Milo Monahan's head.
Her eyes showed warmth and indulgence, but also a hint of madness. "Milo, tonight, I'll go grab Iris Dalton and make her serve you properly right here."
"The Monahan Family has its eye on that little wench. She'll be your woman from now on. I'll put her by your side so you can train her yourself, how about that?"
Hearing Nancy Monahan's words, Milo Monahan was finally satisfied, a smile appearing on his pale face.
