"You'd better remember what you said clearly."

Before being pushed into the operating room, Quincy stared at Wanda and said the last sentence.

Because of the insistence of Quincy, Wanda sent him to the next city for treatment. On the way to the hospital, Quincy had been holding Wanda's hand tightly. Because of a high fever, he was sometimes sober and sometimes dazed. Every time he was sober, he would nervously open his eyes. He didn't close his eyes again until he saw that Wanda was still beside him.

Wanda could feel that he was breathing weakly and that he was dependent on her at the moment. Looking at the sweat on his forehead, she felt so sorry that she frowned tightly all the time.

She had forgotten everything, including revenge and the Murong family.

At this time, Jake reported to Zack on the phone, "Dad, all the killers have been handled, but..."

Jake didn't dare to go on.

"But Nelson ran away?" Zack looked as if he had already known

rce, how could I marry Vera? Not marrying Vera, I... Ahem... How would everything happen?" Unable to continue, Quincy put his hand over his chest and leaned on Wanda's shoulder, gasping for breath weakly.

"Okay, okay. It's all my fault. Don't say anything more. Have a rest."

Wanda helped Quincy to the bed. When she was about to turn around, Quincy grabbed her hand and said, "Don't leave."

Wanda bit her lip gently, fighting back the tears and squinting her eyes and smiling. "I don't dare to leave. If I leave and you really die, I'll be in trouble since I sign the paper. Now I finally understand why you asked me to sign just now, just to leave evidence for me, right?"

With a smile, Quincy slowly closed his eyes. He was really tired, but he didn't let go of Wanda's hand for a long time.

Wanda quietly sat down next to him. Looking at his pale but still handsome face, she said softly, "I won't leave." 'Soon, I won't leave for the rest of my life.'