After that, Sir. Perkins left the hospital without hesitation, as if he didn't want to face Marcellus or if he would regret it.
It was not until Sir. Perkins was completely out of sight that Marcellus realized that what he had just heard was not an illusion.
His body bent in the extreme ups and downs of his emotions. He raised his head and closed his eyes. The dazzling light above his head could shine through his eyelids.
It should have been a happy thing, but the corners of his eyes were moist.
Sir. Perkins had agreed to their relationship, but Beryl had traded her life for the result. Just thinking about it made his heart ache so much that it felt like it was going to die.
He trusted Kevin. As long as Kevin was here, Beryl would not die. However, as long as she was alive, her body would no longer be as healthy as before. There were so many injuries.
The wound could be healed, but what about the heart?
Marcellus didn't dare to think about it. How could he repay the damage this incident brought to her in this life?
After an unknown period of time, the red light at the door of the operating room finally went out. It was as if someone had pressed a button on it. He rushed to the door, pulled Kevin's arm, and asked, "How is it? Is she all right?"
The three-hour operation made Kevin a little tired, but he still comforted Marcellus as soon as possible. "She's fine. Fortunately, the knife wasn't too deep and didn't hurt her internal organs."
As long as it was one centimeter longer, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Marcellus felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. His voice was incomparably hoarse as he said, "Thank you."
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