Young Master Ruan's lover

What is the Death Trail?

Anna stared at her old cell phone screen. He looked at every picture of the medical records and pictures of Joe Han and Aunt Yuna waiting in the waiting room, and there was a picture of a stone heart petition, since one year ago. Below the picture is a message from Ethan.

I'm just sending you evidence. Without me hitting him, Joe Han's heart would stop on its own. That is the proof. I don't want you to blame you. Can you understand me? Can you trust me?

Anna's heart trembled, she felt that this message implied Ethan had been hit so deeply, and the man was seen at the negotiating fear of Joe Han's death. Ethan's heart must have hurt and hurt more than anyone. Maybe Joe's body was seen lying on the operating table. Meanwhile, Ethan's heart has been lying on the operating table with many blades of accusation as a terrorizing god of death every night. Psychic fear is sometimes more painful than any physical pain.

Without the evidence you gave. And yet, there is no explanation. The feeling in my heart goes beyond any logic to understand this matter. The feeling in my heart, always pushed me to believe in you. Do you believe it? Although, everyone calls you a fucking star. But I will always see you as a god, Anna thought in her heart.

Furthermore, Anna was just staring blankly with a pair of eyes that kept on going with every word on her phone screen. The deg! His heart seemed to come back to life, when he immediately woke up from his mind. His two thumb fingers immediately touched the phone, and typed in a single string of sentences as the answer.

I understand and I trust you.

Done replying to messages. Anna turned off her phone. He took in as many breaths as he could, and only let out his complaints with his breathing sounding short. He looked at the middle-aged woman, who was at the end of the chair different from him. A girl appeared to be asleep on the woman's lap. The woman's voice seemed to have sighed many times.

Everyone who is hurt will blame someone else. Accusing others, based on their feelings. Never put his logic first. Where did the trail of death come from? Physical creates, or Psychic creates. Be wise to hate someone for the right reasons.

Fifteen minutes later ....

The red light above the operating room frame was extinguished. The eight-hour operation has been completed. Cret! the door is wide open. Anna and Yuna stood up and looked at the doctor who had just come out. The middle-aged man took off the mask, and walked over to Yuna.

Anna walked over to the doctor's back, she wanted to steal a listen.

"The operation has gone well. It's just that we need some physical examination after he wakes up" the doctor told reporters.

"When did he wake up?" aunt Yuna asked with a look of anxiety.

"The slowest should be 3x24 hours. If you don't wake up more than that. He is likely to be in a coma. We can only pray for him to wake up soon."

The deg! Anna and Yuna stood there. Even a heart replacement, would not make Joe Han to wake up immediately from his long sleep.

Yuna and Anna's thoughts evaporated instantly. Kala, the bankars with Joe Han lying on top of him, began to be pushed by some men in scrub suit robes.

"Joe Han will be back in between the ICU room, until he can get up," the doctor said before he left the operating room corridor.

Anna prepares to follow the bankars thrust. However, the fragility of the woman behind him. Making, he undoes his intentions. She turned back, and she carefully hugged Aunt Yuna, who sounded muffled.

"It's okay, Aunt Joe will definitely be given a breath and a long life. Don't cry."

Aunt Yuna raised her head, looked at Anna with red eyes and pushed Anna's body away from her, "Your eyes are so sweet to hear. But don't forget you're the killer's lover."

Anna clenched her hands tightly, and her sense of urgency evaporated out of her mouth, "Aunt Yuna, can you stop overestimating your problems."

Aunt Yuna stopped stepping, her hands shaking grasping her daughter's hands, she turned around with a pair of pushy eyes and charged back, "I'm not exaggerating. I'm talking facts, you're just a killer lover."

The facts? speaking the facts or hiding the facts with a lie that is engineered into overwhelming sadness to accuse others. Anna yawns annoyed.

"You know better than all this. You even know, Joe Han should've had a heart surgery schedule about a year ago. If only, Joe Han's heart stopped beating when his life didn't get a blow from Ethan. Are you gonna call Ethan a murderer, and I'm a murder lover?"

Aunt Yuna hardened her face and her jaw was looking tapered getting questions that she was unable to answer. He is ready to defend himself. However, every answer seemed unable to support his alibi.

"Can you realize death is due to physical weakness and not."

"My son is not dead!" Aunt Yuna was angry.

"Thank God, he's not dead yet and got a new heart today. Have you counted your days after today. Have you imagined your life paying for a hospital? Perhaps, the hospital will tear up Joe Han's flesh again and take the new heart back, because of your poverty!"

Aunt Yuna lost her words. He gulps down his profanity and self-respect. He seemed to be aware of the many luxuries and facilities of this hospital. He looked at his gears, staring at every magnificent wall of the hospital. For a moment he realized that he had been washed away and forgot that he could not afford it.

Here is not free, little heart Yuna replied.

Anna took a few steps forward and left a little distance between herself and Aunt Yuna, "Can you open your hands after people charge money with you. Who are you asking for it with?"

"...."

Anna drew her lips closer and whispered in Aunt Yuna's ear, "You can only ask the person you call your son's killer!"

Aunt Yuna shook her head slowly, and wanted it to feel like she was hissing her heart at this moment, It is better for me to die than to ask for money with young Master Ruan.

"Don't put pride first, and would rather make up for it by mutual death. If you keep doing that, don't you be selfish. Look, your daughter's face first, before you tie your neck. She's not grown up yet, and she's not married."

"Anna!" Aunt Yuna trembled, she continued to shake her head. He did not want to hear every word of Anna that sounded terrible and sneaked into his chest many times. Anna's mouth was like an operating knife that cut through flesh, and tore out her heart.

"You're dead, you won't get the slightest respect. In the media, news of your poverty will be echoed on the front page. You killed yourself, because you couldn't afford to pay. Ethan, it's still just going on top. The news about molesting your son, will just drown. Don't forget their money and gold, not just capable of raising death. But also, bury the lopsided news of their lives."

Plakkkp! Yuna put her hand on Anna's cheek. The red fingers were perfect. A very hard slap.

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