Chapter 1673

However strong Charmine was, she was still a young lady in her early twenties.

How horrible was he to have ruined someone like her?

Anthony's eyes were filled with pain, and his breaths grew uneven as the guilt and hurt racked his body.

Charmine quickly returned with the stretcher. She tied a rope around one end before tossing it into the pit.

Despite the pain she felt around her ankle, she endured it and staggered toward Harry, wanting to help him up on his feet before he shot her a cold stare. "You go first."

Dior frowned. "You can't move your legs now. Why are you getting up alone? If you fall again, I won't be able to live with myself!”

It was apparent how much she adored Harry by the look she had on her face.

Harry then thought of how it would be difficult for him to go up on his own.

Noticing that he was convinced, Dior reached out to help him. "You go first.

worry about me; I'll be right behind

could only concede at

few steps, however, Harry felt his fractured legs caving in and lost balance, falling to his

reached out to hold

her arms were torn when she

and after she managed to

was present, and it only widened when

torture, one that felt

sharp bamboos that scratched her arm when they tumbled

the time to care about

make out the scent of iron in the air after their fall. Too busy worrying over Harry, Dior had assumed it

was, but upon noticing the wound...she realized she was just

D*mn it.

shone from outside the pit, he noticed just how

replied Dior listlessly, her

"But you can’t move your legs! Who's going to get

Harry pursed his lips.

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