Eric knew what she was referring to and nodded: "Yeah."

Evette, who has also been deeply integrated with the Amozhu virus, can certainly detect Eric's changes. Now Amozhu and him are almost integrated, and it is difficult to distinguish between each other. Even Amozhu's consciousness has been integrated into his consciousness. Although he still has the dominance, he has also merged into Amozhu's consciousness. Even Eric himself cannot be sure of it. Strictly speaking, he is still not himself.

As if seeing through what he was thinking, Evette smiled, touched his head, and said, "Don't worry, you are still you, now you will be, and in the future will always be. Mom will always believe in you."

After saying that, she sighed again: "You are an excellent child, and you should have a bright future. But I am really sorry, whether I or your father, we are all responsible for forcing you to this point..."

"Don't blame yourself, mom." Eric smiled. "In the past, I did complain to you in my heart, but now I have figured it out. I have not only pain along the way. There are also happy times in such a life, memorable moments, and more importantly, if it weren't for such a life, I wouldn't have saved the most important person."

After a pause, he continued, "So I don't blame you, nor even my dad. On the contrary, I must thank you for giving me such a wonderful life. No matter how many battles or pain I have to wait in the future, this intention will not change."

Evette stared at him seriously for a long time, and the corners of his eyes under the veil couldn't help but feel wet.

"You really... have grown up." Her voice was as thin as a fucking spring, but it was satisfied. "But in this way, I feel relieved..."

Her hands finally drooped weakly, and her head was sideways.

She left.

Shouldn't you be very sad at this time? It might be reasonable to see your biological mother pass away, right?

But Eric did not, his expression did not even change at all, but stood up indifferently and left the wooden house.

Sadness cannot change anything. A dead person is dead, and even if she cries, she cannot hear it.

That makes no sense.

Stepping on the soft and wet mud when he came, he slowly walked away from the wooden house.

After walking for a while, the street lights finally appeared in front of him. He walked along the empty street for a moment, and suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him.

Eric turned around and saw the stunning silver-haired beauty appearing silently like a ghost in the street light, and smiled and said to him: "It's really, I don't even tell me when I come back. It's really not interesting."

"Rus?" Eric asked, "Why are you in New York?"

"Don't underestimate my intelligence network, my news is also very informative." She walked up with a smile. The light shone the black tight leather jacket wrapped around her body, highlighting her proud and tall figure.

She approached Eric and leaned up intentionally or unintentionally, but Eric grabbed his arm expressionlessly and kept the distance.

"Where have you been there these days? It looks even more inhuman than before." She said a little discouraged.

"It's hard to describe it."

"Well, maybe I don't know where you've been, but I know what you want to do next." Ruth returned to a shallow smile, "and I think I should be able to help you."

Eric raised his eyebrows: "You are a mercenary, and as far as I know, mercenary help is charged."

"Generally speaking, yes." Ruth smiled and swept her soft silver hair back casually, "but this time the cost can be put aside first, who made us friends?"

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