His physical condition was getting worse by the second.
He might not last until Lucinda came home from her dinner with Kyson.
Was he going to die like this?
He was not reconciled, but there was very little he could do to prevent it.
He didnât have enough strength to write his last words.
Lucinda had hugged him for the first time since their divorce.
No.
Wait.
She didnât hug him; she just patted his head.
Kyson was right.
She treated him like a pet.
She didnât love him anymore.
Gradually, his consciousness waned, and his sight blurred.
âLucinda, Iâll gladly give my life to you, if you return my love.
â
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He closed his eyes.
His hands drooped, and his expression was serene.
It was quiet, except for the whisper of wind ruffling the curtain; the pat, pat, pat of his blood hitting the floor.
In the car, Lucinda felt a sudden sharp pain in her heart.
She pressed her hand against her ribs.
Her face turned pale with pain.
Noticing something was wrong, Kyson asked, âLucinda, what is it? Are you uncomfortable?â
He reached for her hand.
Lucinda recoiled and shook her head.
She took deep breaths until the pain faded away.
What happened?
She didnât suffer from heart disease.
But her chest.
the pain had been agonizing.
âIâm fine.
Itâs just I havenât been sleeping well lately.
But it will all be over in a few days.
â
A cold light flashed inside her skull.
Kyson said something to comfort her, but Lucinda didnât Listen.
Nathanielâs pale and stricken face flickered in front of her eyes.