I continued to watch Anson and Be not far away.
Be gently ced her hand on Anson''s. I couldn''t hear what she said, but after a moment, Anson let out a helpless wail. It was a cry filled with all the frustration of a man.
"Am I supposed to watch her die just like this? I''ve worked hard through my entire life, and now, my one treasure..." His expression was crestfallen, resembling that of a child. He spoke while incessantly tapping the ground with his cane.
My heart ached. No matter how strong a person was, facing the separation of a loved one in life was unbearable, especially when it was one''s dearest family.
Be''s actions were tender, like soothing an unruly child. Though I was too far away to hear, her demeanor was gentle and serene, like a gentle breeze passing by.
I saw Anson''s emotions gradually transition from anger to calmness, ending with a long sigh.
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Soon after, Be helped him stand up, and they walked away together. Be calmly said to Jared, "Arrange for someone to take Anson back. It''s toote." As I watched Anson, supported by his attendants, walking away with unsteady steps, his figure leftfeeling mncholic. When I apanied Be back, I asked her, "What did you say to him?" "Nothing much. I just advised him that every person has their own destiny. She will leave, and no one can stop her. However, Trinity is resilient; she might not leave easily." Be remained calm. "Chloe, you don''t need to overthink. This is her tribtion." "She could have stayed out of it, but she chose to help me." I sighed. "This debt of life is too heavy." "As long as there''s an opportunity, friendships can be built." Be patted my hand. "Trinity is different from Liora. Even if she''s stubborn, she has her merits, unlike Liora who is unworthy.'' For Be to say such things, it was no wonder Atticus was determined to part ways with Liora.
As long as there was an opportunity...
Those words echoed in my mind, deeply etched into my heart.
There was still no news from As. Both Jared and I had tried calling him, but the phone remained unanswered. I felt unsettled, clenching the phone anxiously, not knowing the progress on his end or if he was safe.
Throughout that night, I stood et outside the intensive care unit, witnessing the hectic activities of the medical staff, signaling ''OK'' to the window after each emergency. Each time, like her, I seemed to be going through a life-and-death struggle. The hospital was doing everything in its power to extend her time. They even resorted to blood transfusions, recing her blood with fresh supplies, yet they couldn''t prevent the rising toxins in her body. Organ failure symptoms had started to show. Until the evening of the third day after another intense rescue effort, the doctors, exhausted, told Jared, "We''ve done our best. You can go in and see her." At that moment, I copsed onto the floor, as if the whole world had crumbled in fear and helplessness.
I saw Jared already changing into a cleanroom suit. Everything seemed to being to an end and irreversible, just like when Trinity woke up and said that word to me.
I struggled to get up, asking the nurse for a cleanroom suit too, shaking as I put them on. Was she really saying goodbye like this? Was my chance to be her friend gone? But at this moment, I truly wanted to be friends with her. Suddenly, the equipment inside started beeping. I was startled, watching as Jared rushed inside. I btedly sensed that something was wrong, anxiously looking at the medical staff who had taken their positions inside.