Emily... His arm trembled, yet he was desperately trying to suppress his emotions that were on the brink of collapsing.
He watched for several minutes, only when the woman on the bed calmed down did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Walter turned, his tall frame leaning against the wall; his eyes downcast, his face an icy blue tint, a cold aura radiating from him unchecked...
"Marshal..." A few doctors came out and, seeing the grim expression on the man's face, bowed their heads and braced themselves as they said, "Marshal, to be frank, Miss Stone's chances of waking up are less than one percent. Given her condition, the specialists all suggest you remove the equipment, as it is instead causing her more pain. If you want what's best for her, let her pass away peacefully..."
Walter remained silent, his handsome face growing colder, and he suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot like a devil's.
