NovelEnglishThe man lying on the hospital bed beforewas frail and weak. He was nothing but skin and bones.
He resembled a skeleton. His hair was gray, his cheeks were sunken, and only his cheekbones remained prominent, making him look much older than his actual age. But it was clear that he had been handsome. You could see it amidst his pallid complexion.
His condition made it clear that he had been confined underground for a long time. Coupled with malnutrition, he basically looked half-dead.
I couldn't imagine how he had survived these past twenty years.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe still hadn't regained consciousness. If it weren't for his faint breaths, I wouldn't have believed he was still alive.
I stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do, my emotions running high.
Atlas embracedand gently guidedforward. "This is your father. The examination results aren't out yet. Let's wait." I turned to Atlas. "Is this really my father?" "Yes, it's your father who loves you deeply." Atlas's gaze was serious.
After staring at him for a long while, I timidly reached out and held his hand. His bones were prominent, covered only by a thin layer of translucent skin, revealing the bones and delicate blood vessels underneath.
"Dad," I called out softly, choking up instantly.
He remained silent and deeply asleep.
Suddenly, a doctor hurried in, holding a stack of reports. He spoke to Atlas in detail, then handed him a sheet of paper.
At that moment, Tristan rushed over. "Mrs. Chloe, Millard has woken up! But he doesn't look good, and he wants to see you." I immediately let go of my father's hand, stood up, and followed Tristan out, heading straight for the emergency room.
In the emergency room, I saw Millard lying on the stretcher. He was covered in blood, struggling to breathe. I hurried over. "Millard..." I called out to him, and his unfocused eyes turned toward me, his face devoid of color.
"Mrs. Chloe," he said weakly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI grabbed his hand. "Hold on, Millard. You can do it. I believe in you. I need to take you back to the Huffman family. You'll be very valuable to them." A faint smile appeared on his pale face.
"Can't go back... I just want to... say sorry to him..." Millard didn't seem to be in good condition.
Blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth, and I looked at the doctor next to me.
The doctor understood my silent request and gently shook his head.
Chapter 1269 On the Verge of Death 1 He was using his life to express his remorse.
"Don't give up. You can do it. I'll call Anson right away." I turned to Tristan, who had entered with me. "Tristan, giveyour phone." "No, he won't... forgive me..." Millard's eyes were fixed on the phone in my hand, his gaze showing a strong desire.
Tristan quickly took out his phone and handed it to me. I quickly dialed Anson's number. It was late, and he must be resting by now. Chapter 1269 On the Verge of Death 2 Chapter 1269 On the Verge of Death 3 But right now, Millard was on the verge of death. He had saved us all, and I needed to fulfill his last wish.
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