Eliana left, and only after she left did she fully realize her true feelings. No matter how much she hated him, it didn’t change the fact that she loved him. That’s the tragedy between them, the root cause.

For seven days and nights, Dylan’s condition fluctuated between good and bad. Every time he was discharged from the ICU, he quickly returned. The knife sticking out of his back seemed like the hand of death, gripping Dylan tightly.

Maeve didn’t know if Dylan would hate Eliana when he woke up, but at this moment, he hated her. If he didn’t love her anymore, then so be it. If she left, then...