NovelBookTheodore returned to Aurora's ward.
"Theo, you're back."
Theodore sat by Aurora's bedside and looked at her. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words cout. He didn't
believe that Aurora was that kind of person.
On second thought, however... Aurora did benefit from what happened.
The premise, though, was that she was the kind of person who would do something like that in the first place.
"What's the matter, Theo? Did something happen?" Aurora asked.
Theodore gave her a weak smile. "Nothing."
He held her hand. "Aurora, there's something | want you to tell me..."
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"Argh..."
Suddenly, Aurora clutched her chest and collapsed back on the bed. She was knocked out cold.
"Aurora!" Theodore anxiously hauled her into his arms from the bed. "Aurora, what's the matter? Wake up!"
He turned to the door and yelled, "Doctor! Doctor!"
Aurora suddenly experienced heart failure, and required a heart transplant in three days. At the moment, she was on life support.
This news clike a knife to Theodore's heart.
How did it be like this?
Aurora was indeed waiting for a heart donor, but through careful treatment, things shouldn't have be so serious so quickly.
How did this happen?
Although the hospital had brought Aurora's nforward on the list of people waiting for a heart donor and she would be the first
in line if there was a suitable heart donor, it was still tough waiting for one toe by.
What if she died in Melrine?
Theodore sat by Aurora's bedside and held her hand.
"Aurora, you can't die."
After Rosalie's classes ended, she went straight to the hospital to visit Justin. She had dinner with him and chatted with him for a
while.
Justin asked her what she learned in school that day, and Rosalie told him all about it.
Rosalie saw how attentive he was and shared even more with him. By the tshe was done, she realized that she might have
gone overboard—perhaps even naggy.
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"Pardonfor talking too much. Do you find it boring?"
"But my sister died anyway," Justin said, his eyes dimming.
Rosalie's face stiffened. She wanted tofort him more, but Justin beat her to it.
"It's fine, don'tfort me." He knew what Rosalie wanted to say. "I'll live on well."
Youngie had died, and he had sought revenge for her. He didn't care whether he lived or not.
But now, things were different.
Because...
When he looked at Rosalie, something shone at the back of his deep, dark eyes.
"If you like listening to this, I'll tell you more about it next time. I'll tell you anything you want to hear. If | don't know about it, I'll
learn," Rosalie said.
She wanted to do something for him, and since he liked listening to this, she would be all too happy to tell him about it.
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