The day after his visit to the Sorensen family villa, Dustin fed Irene the antidote.

After monitoring her condition, Dustin frowned.

He had to find the final ingredient quickly. If he failed, Irene would soon slip into a vegetative state fully.

“I want to go out for a walk. I’ve been lying down for days. I feel like I’m rotting,” Irene said with a bitter smile.

“Sure. I’ll go with you,” Dustin said.

Irene was thrilled. She got up and got dressed.

When women claimed they wanted to go for a walk, they usually meant shopping. Irene was no different.

Irene dragged Dustin straight to Lannopolis’s largest mall.

At that moment, the leader of Hell Hall, the King of Hades himself, had become a mere tool for carrying shopping bags.

The West family had fallen a long time ago, so they were not exactly wealthy. Irene had been brought up well, so she was not extravagant. Although she bought a lot of stuff, they were not expensive. Dustin noticed all of this.

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