Eric's pale face managed a faint smile, though the life in his eyes was quickly fading. His gaze lingered on Ella, filled with deep affection and reluctance—his time with her had been so wonderful, and he truly didn't want to leave.
Ella, trembling, shook her head fiercely. "No! If anything happens to you, I won't go on living either! Eric, you better pull yourself together!"
Eric tried to speak, but the effort was overwhelming. Still, there were things he needed to say, or he'd regret it forever.
"Mark… if I don't make it… give all my shares to Ella…"
Mark, tears streaming down his face, nodded. "I know what to do, young master."
Ella's expression suddenly hardened with fierce determination. "Eric! Shut up! If you dare leave me, I swear, I'll go find a thousand young men to sleep with just to spite you. I'll make sure you suffer, even in heaven!"
