The helicopter’s rotor blades droned, and his words were so soft they seemed to drift away in the air.
Chloe Reed’s brow furrowed. After fastening the last button, she began to familiarize herself with the construction and weight of the gun.
She offered no response to his words.
They had agreed from the start that this was just a transaction.
And if it was a transaction, nothing else should be a factor.
Every time she considered the divorce, she couldn’t help but remember the past.
’It wasn’t about forgiving him once; it was about remembering every single time he had hurt her.’
Silence fell over the helicopter, broken only by the occasional sound of Walker Grant’s suppressed coughs.
He seemed to be holding back, as if afraid to disturb her.
Chloe Reed glanced at him. "You don’t have to hold it in," she said. "If you feel sick, just cough it out."
Walker Grant said nothing, simply closing his eyes.
They flew for a long time, until Chloe Reed felt her eardrums grow numb. She looked down and saw they were over a vast jungle.
She turned to Walker Grant, about to ask a question, when she noticed his face had grown even paler. "How are you feeling?"
Time was short, and he was in such a terrible state.
Unable to restrain herself, she reached out and touched his forehead. It was frighteningly hot.
Her pupils contracted. She quickly moved to his side. "Walker Grant, you have a fever! Your forehead is burning up. You need a doctor. We should land here, right now!"


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