Chapter 645 Fickle Will to Live


    Chapter 645 Fickle Will to Live


    Dawn couldn’t believe it. She’d gone this far, and the man still had the audacity to say something like that.


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    Ethan stepped in behind her, one arm settling over her shoulders. The moment he stood there, the air shifted–his presence pressing down with quiet dominance.


    “I’m afraid that’s not something you get to decide, Mr. Graves. At least not right now<i>.</i>”


    A faint smile curved Ethan’s lips, but it never reached his eyes.


    “Anna hasn’t woken up yet. If she asks to see you after she does, I’ll have someone notify you. How does that sound?”


    Leon clenched his jaw. Those pitch–dark eyes of his looked like des drawn and waiting. “She’s my woman. It’s only right that! take her back. What gives you the right to keep her here?”


    “Your woman?”


    Dawn’s hands curled into fists as she stared him down.


    “What right do you have to say that? Let me ask you–how did Anna end up like this? Wasn’t it because of you? She was fine. She came to me because she wanted a fresh start. And you still wouldn’t let her go. You pushed her to this point. You did. You’re a murderer.”


    In that moment, Dawn wasn’t rational.


    She didn’t need to be.


    If killing were legal, she would’ve torn the man in front of her apart with her bare hands for Anna.


    Leon said nothing. His gaze dropped,shes shadowing his eyes, but the cold radiating off him was enough to make most people back down.


    Dawn’s voice went hoarse, stripped of all warmth.


    “I’ll say this onest time. Get out of here. If you don’t, I don’t care who you are–things might turn nasty.”


    With that, she turned and walked back into the hospital room.


    Ethan stayed outside, probably to “reason” with Leon.


    Nearly ten minutester, he came back in.


    Dawn nced up. “Is he gone?”


    “No.”


    Ethan sighed. “But he went downstairs. Dawn… maybe we wait until Anna wakes up?”


    “And how do you know seeing him won’t make things worse?”


    Her temper red again. She shot Ethan a re. “You men are all the same. If you’re not defending him, what <b>else </b><b>are </b><b>you </b><b>good </b>for?”


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    Chapter 645 Fickle Will to Live


    Ethan felt wronged, but he understood her.


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    Watching your best friend hover between life and death had a way of tilting every thought toward anger.


    And truth be told, matters of the heart were never something outsiders could fathom.


    If Anna truly felt nothing for Leon, she wouldn’t have been driven this far.


    But all of that only mattered if Anna woke up.


    If she didn’t, Leon would carry that guilt for the rest of his life.


    The next afternoon, Anna finally opened her eyes.


    Dawn rushed to her side, fussing over her, calling for porridge to be brought in—but Anna didn’t react at all.


    She stared at the ceiling, eyes hollow, as if her soul had slipped away that night and never returned. Whaty there now was just a shell.


    “Anna.”


    Dawn held her hand carefully. “Can you say something? If you don’t want to talk … just blink for me, okay?”


    <i>Just </i><i>let </i><i>me </i><i>know </i><i>you’re </i><i>still </i><i>here</i>.


    But there was nothing.


    Shey there like a porcin doll–silent, unmoving, at the mercy of whoever touched her.


    Dawn lowered her head, her emotions slowly unraveling.


    Ethan couldn’t watch anymore. He squeezed her shoulder, urging her to stand.


    The therapist was on the way. This was beyond what they could handle alone now.


    At this point, they had run out of options.


    Dawn followed him out with Ethan, waiting to hear the therapist’s take.


    She then leaned against the wall, her eyes filled with helpless exhaustion.


    “How can someone change like this overnight?”


    So empty.


    Ethan held her hand, his voice steady, grounding. “Nothing happens overnight. She’s probably been tired for a long time. She survived this–maybe that means better days are ahead.”


    Dawn pressed her lips together. It was the onlyfort she had left.


    No one knew exactly what the therapist talked about with Anna. From noon until dusk, the door stayed closed.


    When it finally opened, Dawn stepped forward. “How is she?”


    <b>11:45 </b><b>am </b>


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    Chapter 645 Fickle Will to Live


    The therapist, Miranda Olson, looked gentle andposed. She was young, but already a respected name in the field.


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    Adjusting her sses, she spoke gravely. “I believe Ms. Winsor has experienced some form of violence. Not necessarily physical. Psychological harm counts, too.”


    Dawn had suspected as much.


    Still, hearing it aloud made her chest tighten.


    “Did she… talk?”


    “Yes.”


    Miranda nodded. “But treatment needs to continue. I’lle every day. If possible, spend more time with her. If she can open up about what she’s been through, that knot in her heart can finally loosen.”


    Anna had been dragged back from the edge of death, but her desire to live was still painfully fickle.


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