"At most, it won't kill you."
"You..."
"I'm serious." Alex Hawk turned his head and looked at her, "At most, it won't kill you."
"..." Iris Harris pressed her lips together.
"If you died, he'd still be alive, but that's all it would be—just alive." Alex lit a cigarette, speaking with a hint of obscurity, "Have a good talk with him. What can't be resolved between a husband and a wife?"
Iris closed her eyes wearily.
If they could really have a good talk, how could things have gotten to this point?
They simply couldn't talk.
Too many problems piled together, turning into a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any moment.
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The hospital was reached very soon.
Alex led her to a deluxe ward.
Standing at the door, he turned his head to her and said, "He's in there. You should go in."
Iris looked at the doorknob, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed the door open.
The room was filled with the smell of smoke.
