Chapter 1687

Wade gestured toward the wooden door. Andrius stepped forward quickly and pushed the door open. The room was sparsely furnished with just a table, a chair, and a sickbed. Clarissa sat on the chair, lost in thought, while Halle lay on the sickbed, her complexion extremely poor. Her once radiant and smooth skin had lost all its luster, appearing lifeless. Although she was propped up against the bed, she leaned to one side weakly. Seeing this scene, Andrius’ heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, causing him unbearable pain and difficulty breathing. Upon hearing movement, Halle turned her head slowly, using a total of three seconds. “Andrius...” When she saw that it was Andrius, she forced a smile. “You’re here...” “Halle, you...” Andrius hurried to the bedside and sat down, his face filled with self-blame. “I’m sorry. I didn’t protect you at the last moment. I...” “It’s not your fault,” Halle interrupted him with a smile before he could finish. “It’s not a big deal. Clar