NovelEnglishWith a faint click, the mechanism of the necklace snapped open. Inside was a black pill. He placed it in his mouth and swallowed it. Bella's voice slowly faded away, vanishing from his consciousness.
It had been over a year since he needed to rely on medication to alleviate his headaches. He thought he would never have to use it again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMeanwhile, in the study, Christopher clutched a medical report in his hands; his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot and filled with despair.
"Mr. Iverson, your current health condition is not very optimistic." The doctor carefully chose his words. "The medical facilities on this island are extremely limited. If any suddenplications arise during your episodes, we won't be able to treat you properly. I strongly rmend that you seek treatment at a proper hospital within the month. There is still hope for alleviation." Christopher's dry lips twisted slightly. "If I undergo active treatment, will I be cured?" The doctor lowered his head, hesitating to answer.
"My condition is untreatable, isn't it? I don't even have much tleft." Christopher exhaled bitterly. The looming fear of death left him feeling powerless.
"Please don't be so pessimistic. If you actively pursue treatment..." "Just tell me. How much tdo I have?" The doctor swallowed hard. "At most... Six months." "Hah..." Christopher closed his eyes, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.
"The medication you've been taking hasn't been treating your illness. It's only been masking the symptoms; it has also damaged yourans." The doctor sighed. "In truth, it's a slow poisonthat's highly addictive. Users will be gradually dependent on it. It's like cancer. By the tthe symptoms appear, it's already too late. Most cases are diagnosed in the late stages, when it's already..." Incurable...
Christopher crumpled the diagnosis report in his fist, squeezing it tightly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"So, my life is going to end just like this?" Christopher turned his gaze toward the black rose on the windowsill that he had painstakingly nurtured for Bella.
"It seems that everything I've gained hase at an exorbitant price. These past ten years of glory and fwere all bought by draining my life away, bit by bit." The Boss had aided him, and Christopher had always felt a debt of gratitude toward him. He realized now that he had pawned himself off to the devil.
"I've never been afraid of death. I just can't bear to..." Thoughts of Bella brought tears streaming down his face, breaking his heart again.
She hated him for what he had l be. She hated his ruthlessness and the blood on his hands. If he had remained the weak, kind-hearted, innocent Chris of the past, could he have made his way back to her? A good person...
Christopher wept as he laughed, his expression twisted. He thought that just being a person in this world was already exhausting, let alone being a good person.
He thought, 'Bella, you had everything growing up-parents who adored you, siblings who doted on you, and friends who stood by you through thick and thin. But what about me? You'll never understandbecause you could never be me.' Before Christopher could sink further into his grief, the urgent voice of a servant echoed from outside the door.
"Mr. Iverson! Something's wrong! Ms. Thompson has activated the helicopter and is trying to escape the island!"
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