?Chapter 1047:


    Care to take care of me from now on?” He managed to downy his situation with a yful tone.


    Harlee’s mouth moved, but for a long time, no sound came out. What did Ritchie mean by saying the toxin was so potent that he had to undergo amputation? She too had been poisoned, so why was she unaffected? Could it be…


    Harlee seized Tonya’s shoulders,pelling her to meet her eyes. With a single nce, everything became clear. It was indeed because of her. They had chosen to save Harlee first, which led to Ritchie missing out on the treatment time window.


    Harlee felt unsteady, swaying before slumping back in the wheelchair, her face devoid of any expression.


    Her gaze was fixed on Ritchie’s missing legs, as though her spirit had been drained.


    Tonya knelt beside Harlee, grasping her hand, her face full of sorrow.


    “Harlee, this isn’t your fault. It’s not…” Harlee remained still. Instead of facing Tonya, she gently patted Tonya’s back to soothe her.


    Her lips moved slightly.


    “Where’s Bart?” An eerie silence filled the room.


    Harlee understood everything.


    A faint, grim smile tugged at her lips.


    “Is he dead?”


    Everyone stared at Harlee, shocked by her expression and the assumption that Bart was dead without asking about his condition. Tonya was the only one who truly understood Harlee.


    “No, he’s still alive.”


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    Harlee showed no emotion.


    “Is he in aa or what?” The others stared at Harlee in disbelief. What had happened to her? Why was she so distant, even with them?


    Knowing Harlee well, Tonya grasped the depth of Harlee’s inner turmoil beneath that aloof fa?ade.


    “Harlee, he’s notpletely brain-dead. There’s still hope.”


    “Okay, I understand,” Harlee replied stiffly.


    “I’m a bit tired. I’ll go rest now.”


    Without waiting for anyone to respond, Harlee wheeled herself out.


    As Harlee reached the doorway, something seemed to ur to her, and she stopped, asking, “Which room is Bart in? I’ll visit when I can.”


    “Just next door.”


    Having received the answer she wanted, Harlee continued on her way.


    The others hurried to the door, watching Harlee go without sparing a nce at Bart’s ward. They gazed at her cold, indifferent back, feeling a strong urge to scold her for herck of empathy. Yet, as they…


    The others hurried to the door, watching Harlee leave without sparing a nce at Bart’s ward. They gazed at her cold, indifferent back, feeling a strong urge to scold her for herck of empathy. Yet, as theyprehended her feeble attempts to keep her turmoil concealed, all they felt was pity. Silence descended upon them.


    Tonya broke down in Ritchie’s embrace. Perhaps it was because of Harlee, or maybe she was simply releasing the emotions she had kept bottled up in recent days, having held back her tears since Ritchie woke up.


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