Ms. Barton, You're Pregnant

The person on the bed was growing weaker by the day, reaching a point where she could barely ingest water.

George tried to sustain her life with various nutrient solutions, but her will to live had vanished.

When George touched her lifeless eyes while setting up an IV drip, his hand froze. He tore off the IV and turned to face Gordon Collins, who was always watching him, fearful that George might speak out of turn.

"Gordon, she can't hold on much longer. Let her go..."

Gordon Collins, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, glanced at the lifeless Alla.

"Use any means necessary to keep her alive!"

"You know full well what's keeping her alive is telling her the truth that Casiano isn't dead."

George couldn't accept or understand Gordon's mistreatment of a woman. It was ungentlemanly, particularly by British standards.

"You must understand if she dies, Audrey's heart dies with her..."