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It was effortless for people to let him die, now that his life is saved by others.

People who are psychologically weaker, will generally choose to compromise. This man is no exception. Not able to nod, he opens his mouth. “Yes, yes.”

“Was she with you before the explosion?” Dan William asks as he feels his spirits lift while clenching his fists. Bunny can’t help but clench his little fist as he stares at the man. For a moment, the man bares his teeth before slowly answering, “She, she and a man jumped into the sea…”

Jumped into the sea?

Is that why Jamie Moore wasn’t on the boat during the explosion?

Dan William’s dark eyes flash, which is synchronized by Bonny.

“But if she jumped into the sea, with this cold weather and the water’s low temperature…” Night. 1 said after a long time of being quiet, shattering the chance the father and son had.

Yes, in this case, even if Jamie Moore wasn’t in the explosion on the ship, how could she survive the merciless sea and cold weather. The probability of surviving is extremely low. It feels as if the temperature of the room drops to the point of freezing, and Night. 1 gives Night. 7 a puzzled look. Did I say anything wrong?

Night. 7 gives him an incorrigible look. He’s touched a sore spot, so it is clear that it makes things worse.

suddenly firm up. “Derek William, send someone

must be

William that believes that, but also Bunny. Until they hear of her death, they

Young Master, Mone Williams has returned.” Derek Williams responds after hesitating for a moment.

time, and the content is almost similar. Both

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and quiet. It is now January, and while the snow stopped last night, it began to fall again this

city, the location is a secret with no signal for entering. It seems like the owner of the villa will forever be a mystery. After a long day of tending

leaving her exhausted. When he brought her yesterday, she’d been barely breathing. It wouldn’t have mattered how excellent a doctor was, it wouldn’t have been possible to save her.

heat is on, and Jamie Moore is sleeping like a princess on the blue round bed. Her beautiful face is delicate and pale, and she frowns slightly even

purses them. It is

the sea, she held on, for the sake of survival. Still very weak, her

it is not serious. It was much better than the cold temperature of her body. Ryan Jack has been guarding her a day and night, keeping her company without any food, drink or

the way he is moved, his heart is in a haze. There is even fear of

her frame becomes clearer and more incisive. A violent vibration in his pocket alerts him. Afraid of waking Jamie