In the corridor of the hospital, he watched Irma being pushed into the operating room with his own eyes. She still squinted her eyes, but in those eyes she lost her light, as if she had lost all her persistence and faith.
Frederic's was full of irritability, he took a cigarette and wanted to ignite it, but he lowered his head and found that his hand was stained with blood.
Bright red, Irma's blood.
Irma... Will she die?
At that moment, all his disguise was defeated.
He found that he began to be afraid that Irma would die like this, that the woman who had been entangling with him for so long, suddenly disappeared in this world...
At this moment, Una hurriedly followed, looking at Frederic's distraction, her eyes were full of cruelty.
Is he worried about that b***h?
He doesn't love h
