Brandan lowered his eyes and said nothing more.
He knew that some wounds, no matter how much time passed, could never be wiped away.
Even if he found bone marrow that matched Iris Harris and saved her, no one could forget that the reason she was in the operating room was due to his past choices.
The love he professed now, in the eyes of others, might just be a joke.
William Moore was right, he couldn't refute a single word; no matter how shameless he was, he couldn't find an excuse to stay by her side anymore.
Yet to let her leave with Xavier Gambon...
Brandan looked at his own hand, weakly clenching it.
Impossible.
After going through so much, how could he willingly give her up?
If he lost her, how could he find another "Iris Harris" in his long days to come? The woman who accompanied him from youth to now could never be replaced...
In this world, there is only one Iris Harris.
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The surgery lasted until eight in the evening.
A full twelve hours.
