On the other end, Yvonne's face was covered with tears. She did not cry out loud, worried that Darryl would be in despair.
She dried her tears and pretended to be calm. "Darryl, perhaps this is fate. Both of us are destined not to be together. You don't have to feel sad, I will be sent home. Where are you? I miss you. Can you be here with me for the last few hours?"
"No!"
Darryl collapsed hearing that. He could not control his tears.
"Yvonne, I will not let you die. Never! You are not allowed to die!" Darryl shouted. " Wait for me, Yvonne. You must wait for me."
Slam!
Darryl put down the cellphone with bloodshot eyes.
"Darryl, what’s wrong?” Dax furrowed his brows and asked.
Why would Darryl be so emotional out of a sudden?
Darryl clenched his fist tightly and replied in a hoarse voice. “Yvonne’s silver needles have been removed...”
Darryl cried loudly. "Dax, what do I do? Yvonne only has three hours to live. What shall I do?" His tears were flowing uncontrollably. He had never felt so terrible in over twenty years of his life. He had never been so helpless.
What?
Dax was momentarily stunned and kept his fist clutched tight. Darryl had told him earlier Yvonne was kept alive temporarily with the aid of the silver needles, which should not be removed.
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