Tara Summer could barely speak in coherent sentences. When she finished speaking, she pounded her fists against his chest again.
At this moment, Liam Yancey's eyes were also bloodshot. He remained motionless, allowing the woman to vent her frustration. His handsome face was etched with pain. Wrapping his arms around her, he suddenly pulled Tara Summer into his embrace.
He lowered his head, his thin lips pressed to her ear, saying, "I know. It was precisely because I knew you would react this way that I had no choice but to be so heartless... Tara, I couldn't bear to watch your health deteriorate day by day, even facing death. If these were necessary, then I would rather us not be together. At least, I could still watch you from afar and know that you're healthy…"
"But I'm not happy, not happy at all!" Tara cried out hoarsely. What's the point of being alive but not happy? What's the point, tell me!
"Tara..."