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Exhausted, Anna Jadwin lay on the bed, utterly disheartened, not knowing why she even held onto a will to live.
If her legs wouldn't walk, what was the point of living?
How could Wayne Bailey do such things to her... She hated him!
Tears silently drenched the pillow.
She thought of her refined mother, who eventually ended up paralyzed in bed, unable to move.
In the late stages of her illness, would she also end up like her mother?
Only just beginning to suffer, why has her condition worsened so quickly? Wasn't there still a year's time left?
Anna Jadwin exerted herself to sit up, furiously pounding on her own legs.
"Move, get up — I don't want to become disabled —"
"There are still so many places I haven't been to, and so many things I haven't done."
"I haven't even uncovered the mystery of my background, nor have I waited for Maxwell Cameron…"