"Well, Mr. Ramsey, now do you believe what I told you earlier wasn't a lie?" Andrew asked with an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head.

Ernest wanted to kill him—here he was at death's door, and this kid was making small talk. However, his body had no strength left as the blood loss had nearly drained him completely.

Ernest wheezed, "I was blind before, unable to see your true capabilities. I'm thoroughly convinced now, so please, Andrew, show some compassion and save me!"

Andrew nodded reluctantly. "Fine. Since you've recognized your mistakes, I'll help you."

Ernest's eyes lit up with joy as hope returned, but Andrew suddenly slapped his forehead. "No, wait—I still can't save you."

The light in Ernest's eyes immediately died out. His heart was screaming, but all he could manage was a weak cry: "W-Why?"

If he had the strength, he would have strangled this kid who kept toying with him between life and death.

Andrew said with feigned concern, "Well, Mr. Ramsey, you haven't ag