How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 808

When Esmeralda spoke, her voice trembled, her bright eyes shimmering with tears—a look that was equal parts stubbornness and desperate pleading.

She seemed to have staked everything on this; there were no other options left.

Fleming’s expression darkened.

He simply pressed his lips together, staring at Esmeralda. There was surprise in his gaze, a mix of disbelief and shock.

Esmeralda took a deep breath, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. A life was at stake—she couldn’t afford to waste another second.

“Fleming, I’m not joking with you. I mean every word. I’ve never been more serious. So, I’m begging you.”

Letting go of Fleming wasn’t something she could do easily.

But now, with Elodie’s fate uncertain and their communication down, reaching out for help had become next to impossible.

This country was always unpredictable. She couldn’t take any chances.

Right now, the only way into that restricted zone was from above.

“Fleming, I’ve never asked you for anything. Just this once—can’t you accept my offer and let the engagement be the price?”

She wasn’t a fool.

She’d just been lying to herself all this time.

If he didn’t care, he didn’t care; if he didn’t love her enough, that was the brutal truth.

He hadn’t even noticed when she was hurt—what more could she hope for?

Fleming stared into her red, humbled eyes for a long, silent moment.

Adrian, unable to hold back, finally stepped forward. “Fleming, this is—”

“Wait here,” Fleming interrupted coldly, casting Esmeralda a sidelong glance before turning and walking away.

He didn’t say anything more.

Esmeralda froze.

Adrian’s face changed in disbelief.

Was Fleming really going?

Esmeralda rushed after him.

Fleming was already striding toward the helipad.

Her heart pounded wildly—caught between a surge of hope and a crushing, suffocating ache that left her breathless.

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