Chapter 800 Iâm sorry Jamesâ soothing voice calmed Amelia. She nodded at him, then stepped into the ward.
The man lying in the hospital bed was covered in blood, which had stained the sheet and blanket red.
The doctor must have just declared he was beyond saving, and there wasnât time to clean him up yet.
Sitting aside, George held Aaronâs hand as he wailed.
âAaron, Iâm sorry for failing to save you. Iâm truly sorryâ¦â
Hearing Georgeâs words, Ameliaâs eyes turned red.
When she saw the bloody sight on the bed, her sisterâs heart couldnât stop throbbing with pain.
She palmed her chest and walked stiffly up to Aaron.
Lying in bed, the man moved his eyes with difficulty and blearily looked at the woman as she neared.
He saw her wearing a red dress. With shoulder-length hair, she let sorry out a radiant smile as she waved at him.
âAaron, if I win this competition, you promise to be with me, okay?â
Struggling to stay alive, Aaron replied softly, âOkay.â
It was the answer he owed her, and he finally said it. âComing to see me for the last time, Skender should have heard it, right?â He wondered.
After George offered his seat, Amelia sat down by the hospital bed and heard Aaron say âOkayâ while looking at her.
She realized Aaron had thought she was her sister and stopped herself from calling him âAaronâ.
Aaron exerted all his strength to lift his trembling fingers and touched her face.
âSkender⦠are you my Skender?â
Ameliaâs heart throbbed so hard that she shed tears.
She wiped her tears off and nodded.
âYes, Iâm Skender.â
It had been four years since he put her sisterâs heart into her body.
Chapter 800 Iâm sorry For the past four years, he had forced her to be Skenderâs substitute, and she either refused or went with it reluctantly.
Only this time, she willingly pretended to be her sister just to see him off for the last time.
When Aaron heard her answer, he smiled knowingly, âSo⦠my Skender is not dead yet.â
âHow nice it would be if I could survive this and live happily ever after with Skender and Grace?â He thought wistfully.
âItâs a pity that Iâm dyingâ¦â