Chapter 412

Melina sat quietly by the bedside, her gaze fixed on the faint mist inside the oxygen mask. The rhythmic beeping of the ventilator filled the silence. She sat there, motionless. At that moment, Melina wondered what the point of living even was. All her efforts, all her struggles—what were they for? No matter how hard she worked, no matter how many people she helped or how much she achieved, it all seemed to end the same. Everyone she cared about would eventually be taken from her, leaving her to wander through life like a lifeless soul. Maybe she should have gone with her mother all those years ago when she had been just five. This world was too harsh, too exhausting. Wallace's impending death felt like the final straw, the one that broke her completely. Her last source of strength had crumbled, and the weight of despair pressed down on her, suffocating her. Her despair now was as deep as strength and resilience had once been. Melina held Wallace's frail, withe