The nurse opened her mouth in fear, wanting to speak but unable to say a word.
"She's just lost too much blood and is temporarily unconscious. Quickly, save her, save her! How much money? Hmm? Five million? Ten million? A billion? You bring her back to life for me! I'll give you whatever you want!" Caden Lockwood's voice became more hoarse with each shout, his entire being growing weaker.
He stood there, lonely and helpless, revealing his vulnerability one voice at a time in front of life's unpredictability and capriciousness.
Evelyn Morgan stood not far away, and Caden Lockwood's every expression, every sound, every gut-wrenching moment, she saw and heard clearly.
The sight of the deceased on the ground was appalling; judging by the age, she should be about the same age as Evelyn.
She was too scared to approach, even afraid to take another look.
At this moment, she didn't know whether she feared the deceased or feared knowing certain truths.
