Chapter 475
Chloe Grace slowly opened her eyes.
She thought she’d heard something and turned her face slightly. That’s when she saw him—William Turner, standing just outside the door. His cheeks were streaked with tears, palm pressed against the glass, face twisted in pain.
She must be hallucinating.
Why would William be in Brankenheim? Wasn’t he the one who once accused her of hurting Olivia Hale, who practically hated her guts? And now he’s here... crying?
It didn’t make sense. Had to be her mind playing tricks.
But when she blinked again, he was still there. Not a dream.
Chloe laid still, her eyes quietly locking onto William. She didn’t say a word. That wasn’t by choice—she simply didn’t have the strength. Not even to move. So she just stared in silence at the man she thought she'd never see again.
He had to know she was probably dying. Otherwise... why would he show up now?
Her gaze was calm—no anger, no joy. With her body worn to its edge, she no longer had the energy to love or to hate. Jus

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