Just as Adrian said, there was no better way to prove his identity than the medallion.

There was no other unit or department in this world that could produce such a medallion other than Wyvern Peak.

At this point, Isla suddenly bowed to Adrian.

“War Legate Draco, in honor of my late husband, please help me,” Isla said as she cried.

Adrian stretched out his hands and helped Isla to her feet. “Please sit. We can talk slowly.”

“I’m begging you,” Isla pleaded.

Adrian knew that Isla had something to tell him so he did not stop her. He simply asked, “What’s happening, ma’am?”

Isla inhaled a deep breath. “I have cancer and don’t have long left to live.”

Adrian was shocked upon hearing this.

Juno, who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, suddenly froze and felt no pain as the knife cut into her hand. She could vaguely hear the conversation in the living room.

“How long have you known?” Adrian asked calmly.

“A little over three months ago. I have late-stage lung cancer. According