?Chapter 2205


    With a faint click, the mechanism of the ne snapped open. Inside was a ck pill. He ced it in his mouth and swallowed it.


    Be''s voice slowly faded away, vanishing from his consciousness.


    It had been over a year since he needed to rely on medication to alleviate his headaches. He thought he would never have to use it again.


    Meanwhile, in the study, Christopher clutched a medical report in his hands; his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot and filled with despair.


    "Mr. Iverson, your current health condition is not very optimistic." The doctor carefully chose his words." The medical facilities on this ind are extremely limited. If any suddenplications arise during your episodes, we won''t be able to treat you properly. I strongly rmend that you seek treatment at a proper hospital within the month. There is still hope for alleviation."


    Christopher''s dry lips twisted slightly. "If I undergo active treatment, will I be cured?"


    The doctor lowered his head, hesitating to answer.


    "My condition is untreatable, isn''t it? I don''t even have much time left." Christopher exhaled bitterly. The looming fear of death left him feeling powerless.


    "Please don''t be so pessimistic. If you actively pursue treatment..."


    "Just tell me. How much time do I have?"


    The doctor swallowed hard. "At most... Six months."


    "Hah..." Christopher closed his eyes, a bitterugh escaping his lips.


    "The medication you''ve been taking hasn''t been treating your illness. It''s only been masking the symptoms; it has also damaged your organs." The doctor sighed. "In truth, it''s a slow poison that''s highly addictive. Users will be gradually dependent on it. It''s like cancer. By the time the symptoms appear, it''s already toote. Most cases are diagnosed in thete stages, when it''s already..."


    Incurable...


    Christopher crumpled the diagnosis report in his fist, squeezing it tightly.


    "So, my life is going to end just like this?" Christopher turned his gaze toward the ck rose on the windowsill that he had painstakingly nurtured for Be.


    "It seems that everything I''ve gained hase at an exorbitant price. These past ten years of glory and fame were all bought by draining my life away, bit by bit."


    The Boss had aided him, and Christopher had always felt a debt of gratitude toward him. He realized now that he had pawned himself off to the devil.


    "I''ve never been afraid of death. I just can''t bear to..." Thoughts of Be brought tears streaming down his face, breaking his heart again.


    She hated him for what he had be. She hated his ruthlessness and the blood on his hands. If he had remained the weak, kind-hearted, innocent Chris of the past, could he have made his way back to her?


    A good person...


    Christopher wept as heughed, his expression twisted. He thought that just being a person in this world was already exhausting, let alone being a good person.


    He thought, ''Be, you had everything growing up-parents who adored you, siblings who doted on you, and friends who stood by you through thick and thin. But what about me? You''ll never understand me because you could never be me.''


    Before Christopher could sink further into his grief, the urgent voice of a servant echoed from outside the door.


    "Mr. Iverson! Something''s wrong! Ms. Thompson has activated the helicopter and is trying to escape the ind!"Content ? provided by N?velDrama.Org.