Ivan Gray never expected Timothy York's first words to be this question. He was stunned for a moment before asking uncertainly, "Are you referring to... Miss Thorne?"
The pain wracking his body made Timothy York close his eyes again.
"You knew Miss Thorne was here?" Ivan Gray asked again.
As if enduring a wave of immense pain, Timothy York finally opened his eyes again and grunted, "Yes."
He knew she was here. From the moment she appeared, from the moment he felt her hand, he knew she was here.
He had heard every word she said.
He heard her say—
"Between us, what is there left to say?"
He wanted desperately to answer her, but he couldn't get a single word out.
Whether in his coma or in reality, he could not give her an answer.
In that instant, an extreme agony swept through his body. He fought with all his might, but he still couldn't break free from the pain.
It was like being trapped in Purgatory, ensnared by the endless flames of karma.
Nowhere to run.
