Su Xiaomeng sat on the cold tiled floor, overwhelmed with grief, one hand clutching her chest, the other covering her face.

The sorrow of the whole world seemed to be pressing down on her alone, tearing her heart apart, soaking it in brine.

This was not what she had imagined...

She thought he had his own schemes and plans, and that was why he refused to appear. She thought his calculations included hiding the truth from her...

She thought that in these two months, if he hadn’t died, he would surely be no different from an ordinary person.

Yet...

What... does this mean...?

He lay there like a dead man... What on earth does this mean...

The medical tubes inserted into his body, the medical equipment connected to him, and the breathing mask tightly covering his nose and mouth...

Seemed to lock away his life, his soul.

Su Xiaomeng felt her body getting colder and colder, shrinking and shivering...

Eric watched Su Xiaomeng’s painful expression, the same misunderstanding he had of Yin Shixiu’s secrecy initially, now he understood completely.

To give hope to a woman who had accepted his death, tormenting her...

Too cruel...

But what Shixiu didn’t anticipate was that Su Xiaomeng never fully accepted his death from the beginning. Her enduring hope had never been extinguished.

Eric’s throat tightened, his eyes warmed, he quickly looked up and wiped the corner of his eye with his hand.

Squatting down...

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket,

"It’s clean."

Su Xiaomeng lowered her head, tears "dripping" and "dripping" down, landing on the clean, smooth floor, bursting into exquisite droplets...

She didn’t take the handkerchief Eric handed her, her mind was blank...

Eric took a deep breath, sat beside her, and pulled her into his arms.

This was the London Royal Hospital, where patients with considerable social status and power were admitted.

The floor where Yin Shixiu was located was already the highest-level special care unit.

Here, Yin Shixiu’s identity background and medical condition could be absolutely confidential.

It was just past evening in London, and the doctor and nurse had already conducted an examination before their arrival.

If anyone else wanted to reach this floor, they would need Eric’s approval.

The surrounding clinics were equipped with state-of-the-art medical instruments, highlighting the medical attention Yin Shixiu received.

Eric gently patted Su Xiaomeng’s back, sighed, and slowly spoke,

"How he got here, how he ended up like this, what really happened on the night of the Tianjin Port incident..."

"Seeing that you have concluded he’s not dead, you probably have guessed most of it..."

"I’ll tell you everything in detail, little by little. You can choose to listen or listen and not believe... but I have to tell you."

"I already regret not making you aware of Arthur’s situation earlier."

"No one thought you would conclude he wasn’t dead... Nor did they expect you could hide your true thoughts so well."

Eric explained directly...

From June 20th, when he used a private jet to bring him to the London Royal Hospital for treatment...

In London, Eric naturally understood better than anyone, as for things before that...

Eric also listened to Yin Shixiu’s narration.

"The person who saved Arthur, Arthur did not go into details with me, but I can guess that the person involved is also a highly sensitive figure."

"..."

What Eric didn’t know, Su Xiaomeng did.

That person’s identity was naturally sensitive, a man who had been dead for fifteen years... the younger brother of the former Public Security Department Chief, how could it not be sensitive?

"At the time, Arthur was shot in the right shoulder, with the bullet lodged in his body for at least two days. During the escape by sea, the yacht exploded, and the flying metal plates cut his thigh nerves. He also sustained multiple injuries, some even affecting internal organs." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"The situation was already dire, and after basic emergency measures, he was in a coma for a full sixteen days."

Sixteen days...

"Do you remember the call I received when you came to London to seek help from Shirley and me?"

Su Xiaomeng closed her eyes, she just knew...

At that moment, she had such a strong premonition, a premonition that the call was from her husband!

Yet... she stubbornly wished to believe that once he regained consciousness, he would inform her first, not someone else...

"At that time, I was really scared. After you left, I spoke with him twice more over the phone. He told me the general situation, and I could already hear his voice was extremely weak."