“Ssss—”

Curtis had also come up to the top floor without anyone noticing. When he heard Irina’s words, he emitted a cold disposition.

That soft little thing suddenly became unusually irksome in his eyes.

“You’ll be in danger!” Curtis said.

Irina knew that Curtis was angry. If it was in the past, she’d have given in. However, when her child was concerned, her attitude was firm.

“As long as An’an can be cured, I won’t be afraid no matter how dangerous it is,” Irina said firmly.

Curtis’s pupils narrowed, and he emitted killing intent.

Irina hugged An’an closely in her arms and looked straight into his eyes without any signs...