Seeing the woman lying on the hospital bed, her face pale as paper.
Ethan Wilson felt a sharp sting in his heart.
He stared blankly at the unconscious woman.
Looking at her hands, her body, filled with tubes everywhere.
Such fragility...
As if at any time, she could lose all signs of life.
"Lily..."
Ethan Wilson "thud", kneeled in front of the bed in full view of the public.
He gripped the soft, powerless hand of Lily Gray tightly with both hands.
Buried his face into her palm.
"Baby, I'm sorry... I didn't protect you, Lily..."
The man's trembling low whisper was husky and mournful.
Lily's hand was so cold.
He felt her weak body heat, feeling as if his breathing was about to stop.
Seeing this scene, the air in the entire ward froze.
A few male doctors, looking at this lovelorn man, couldn't help but lower their heads and sigh.
Only one, a female doctor standing in the corner, had a look of contempt on her face.