"Khloe," he called her name. Though weak, his voice remained tender to the extreme. "It's my fault."
Khloe's pupils trembled. She shook her head slightly. "Don't overthink it. Rest first."
But he did not listen. "I never realized you were this exhausted. I only remembered the promises between us… remembered you said that no matter what, we would face everything together…
"Remembered you said you wouldn't leave me.
"Khloe… this isn't your fault. I know I was too selfish. I only wanted you to keep your promise, but I didn't protect you. That's why you feel this miserable."
He tightened his grip on her hands with both of his, lowering his head as though he did not want her to see his expression.
Khloe's throat tightened. For a long moment, she could not speak. She did not even know what to say.
His head gradually leaned against her shoulder, and she could feel the damp heat of his breath.
"I promise," he said hoarsely, voice breaking, "I won't make you worry anymore. I won't put you in a difficult position again… I won't ask anything of you anymore. Can you… not leave me?"
His voice was choked with emotion.
These humble, almost pleading words should never have come from him.
The man who was always calm, always strong, always carrying everything on his shoulders now looked like a child who had done wrong—desperately trying to make amends.
Khloe's heart was clenched so tightly she could barely breathe.
At that moment, the doctor arrived.
With him came Arista and George.
Khloe had deliberately arranged for the doctor to stay nearby with them so that if anything happened, the family could arrive immediately to assist in his care.
Originally, she had planned to let him adjust slowly before leaving.
But now it seemed that if she continued to hesitate, it would only make things more painful for both of them.

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