Chapter 1185:

And now, he lay here, dancing with death for her sake.

How could someone love and wound her in such extremes?

A sharp constriction gripped her throat.

Every inch of her felt the sting, the pain radiating from her heart to her fingertips, overwhelming in its intensity.

In her eyes, hatred and worry danced together, a volatile mix.

“The strings of life and death are beyond us. If you don’t make it, just don’t hold me responsible!”

Suddenly, the monitor shrieked—loud and urgent.

The nurse rushed over, grabbing a syringe and gripping his forearm with unshakable certainty.

IV line with antiseptic before administering

than a minute, the blaring alarm faded into

quick

was already stunned. Her lips trembled as she struggled to catch her

and she dropped to her knees, her forehead resting softly on the bedframe. Her lips were shaking as she struggled

barely a whisper as she murmured, “Eric, it’s

remained firmly

her four years in Blathe flooded

a dam breaking, silent tears

hate that you married me when you didn’t even love me, that you shut me out for

a tide

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her head, Hadley studied Eric’s sleeping form,

I still be tangled in

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