Gan Yuan gently wrapped his arms around his waist and responded softly, yet deep within his heart, a strong sense of ominous foreboding erupted.
...
...
Hospital.
Nancy lay calmly on the hospital bed, her complexion pale and eyes wide open, utterly lifeless like a rubber doll, devoid of any vitality.
By the bedside, Qian Xueying knelt on the floor, clutching her hand tightly, with tears streaming down her face.
"How could this happen... you... you're so foolish..."
With her sobbing, Nancy's arm also shook slightly, the fresh wound still oozing blood.
It was a deep cut, severing an artery.
At her side were the butler and Nancy's nanny, who, at that moment, were both crying inconsolably.
Bang!
The door burst open and Duke Locke staggered in; the man who usually walked with such a steady gait now seemed to be treading on cotton, each step labored.