A month later, the hospital finally issued a critical condition notice, which meant Leo couldn't make it through the day.
Holly Sawyer, as usual, chatted with Leo, giving him a massage, and there wasn't the slightest trace of sadness in her expression.
"Holly..."
Leo's lips were a bit dry and chapped. He looked at Holly, his eyes filled with dimness.
He couldn't stay with her much longer, but he really couldn't bear to leave her.
"I'm here."
Holly lifted her gaze, with a gentle smile in her eyes.
It hurt deeply inside, but no matter how painful it was, she had to smile and never show tears to Leo; otherwise, he would be heartbroken for her.
"I promised to always be there for you, but I might not be able to do that. I'm sorry."
Leo reached out to hold Holly's hand, speaking slowly, a sense of powerlessness in his voice.
No one could ever predict the events of birth, aging, illness, and death.
