Wilson's body tensed almost imperceptibly.I read the comment slowly, "SeenItAll commented, 'Mrs. Gunner truly went above and beyond back then. Even with her husband in that state, she never left him. She even personally performed surgery to save him and stabilized the company. She's like a saintess'."I paused, then chuckled softly. "A saintess, huh? What an interesting title."Wilson's breathing grew heavier. His fingers instinctively clutched at the bedsheet beneath him.I scrolled down and read another comment aloud, "FadingPast wrote, 'Alas, Mr. Gunner was a man of power back then. Who would've thought he'd end up like this? What a cruel twist of fate. I hear he now relies entirely on his wife. Tsk tsk… That's why people say men need to take responsibility for their families'."Wilson's hand shot out, knocking over the glass on the bedside table.His chest heaved violently. He glared at me, lips trembling, but he couldn't form a single coherent word.Years of confined livin
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