Ivy seemed as if she didn't hear him speak, sinking into her own world, her mind in chaos, her consciousness blurred. No one is not afraid of death. Close to the edge of life and death, she thought about so many things.
She even wondered if she would be killed, Bianca, like her, would become an orphan. Should she tell Michael before she died that she was the mother of his daughter, and let him take care of her?
After all, he was the child's only relative!
Not refuting his words, Michael was taken aback and finally realized the pale face of Ivy who had collapsed on the floor.
Two clear lines of tears flowed continuously from the corner of her eyes like broken beads, soundless and without a sob. Only her purplish lips trembled constantly, like an injured, helpless little rabbit.
It felt as if Michael's heart was being ruthlessly squeezed, so painful that even breathing normally was a struggle.
