"James, I wanted to ask him, why... why did he say that?"
Mr. H said that sentence, said it many times.
If you leave me, I will die...
Hunter shouldn't have said that, but in the midst of extreme chaos, he did.
Lena's mind was in a mess, eager to prove something, but James had already turned away.
No one knew Hunter's current state better than him.
Lena waited outside the door for two hours. When the door opened again, Hunter was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed out.
He hung his head, for his eyes were closed, only able to see the long eyelashes.
The pain in Lena's heart suddenly intensified, and she quickly stepped forward, "Hunter..."
His eyes remained closed, but his hands on either side of the wheelchair were clenched tightly, with veins bulging on the back of his hands.
James pushed Hunter towards the elevator, and Lena unconsciously followed.
But when we arrived at the elevator door, the elevator door was closing.
James's face didn't look very good, but he still patiently r
