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

could only concede at

few steps, however, Harry felt his fractured legs caving in and

reached out

as if her arms were torn when she stretched out her

of blood wafted in the pit. She paled at the scent, and after

deep gash on her arm, one that she never noticed was present, and it only widened

felt like pure torture, one that felt like a

recalled that there was a pile of sharp bamboos

did not have the time to

feel pain and could make out the scent of iron in the air after their fall. Too busy worrying over Harry, Dior

but upon noticing the wound...she realized she

D*mn it.

look at Dior. With the faint light that shone from outside the pit, he noticed just how bloodied

"I'm fine," replied Dior listlessly, her

darkly and countered, "No, you go first." "But you can’t move your legs! Who's going

Harry pursed his lips.

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