After discussing a few more details, the meeting finally came to an end.
Charles, seated on the sofa, rubbed his prosthetic eye with his hand. He reached out and pulled out the spider, watching it spin in the palm of his hand.
Perhaps it was because the eyeball was specially tailored for Elizabeth's two-meter-tall frame, but when he inserted it into his own eye socket, it felt uncomfortably tight.
The sensation of the two eyeballs looking at each other was truly bizarre. Just as he was engrossed in this sensation, Flash appeared on his desk at some unknown time.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Flash asked as she grasped the spider in her palm and gently prodded it with her finger.
Watching the spider's flailing limbs, an amusing idea suddenly flashed through Flash's mind, and with a hint of mischief, she disappeared from Charles's sight in an instant.
