Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1269 On the Verge of Death

The man lying on the hospital bed before me was frail and weak. He was nothing but skin and bones.

He resembled a skeleton. His hair was gray, his cheeks were sunken, and only his cheekbones remained prominent, making him look much older than his actual age. But it was clear that he had been handsome. You could see it amidst his pallid complexion. His condition made it clear that he had been confined underground for a long time. Coupled with malnutrition, he basically looked half-dead.

I couldn't imagine how he had survived these past twenty years.

He still hadn't regained consciousness. If it weren't for his faint breaths, I wouldn't have believed he was still alive.

I stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do, my emotions running high.

Atlas embraced me and gently guided me forward. "This is your father. The examination results aren't out yet. Let's wait."

I turned to Atlas. "Is this really my father?"

"Yes, it's your father who loves you deeply." Atlas's gaze was serious.

After staring at him for a long while, I timidly reached out and held his hand. His bones were prominent, covered only by a thin layer of translucent skin, revealing the bones and delicate blood vessels underneath. "Dad," I called out softly, choking up instantly.

silent

doctor hurried in, holding a stack of reports. He spoke to Atlas in detail, then handed him a sheet

that moment, Tristan rushed over. "Mrs. Chloe, Millard has woken up! But he doesn't look good, and

my father's hand, stood up, and

I saw Millard lying on the stretcher. He was covered in blood, struggling to breathe. I

out to him, and his unfocused eyes turned toward me, his

he

Millard. You can do it. I believe in you. I need to take you back to

smile appeared

say sorry to him..." Millard didn't seem to be

of his mouth,

my silent request and gently shook his

Millard's past wrongdoings. After all, we had managed to evacuate safely because of his. efforts.

using his life to

it. I'll call Anson right away." I turned to Tristan, who had entered with me. "Tristan, give

won't... forgive me..." Millard's eyes were fixed on the phone