Upon hearing this, Annabelle lowered her gaze and fell silent.
After a long moment, she said in a low, hoarse voice, "I do."
"But, Quentin, more than anything, I want to live."
Annabelle looked at Quentin Holland with determination, her voice choking with emotion as she said, "Quentin, I cherish my life more than anyone in this world. But Quentin, I don't have any more time to waste. Right now, my only choice is to take this gamble. What if it's the one that pays off?"
Her eyes red-rimmed, she said, "I don't want to die. I really don't want to die. I can't bear to leave you, to leave all of you, to leave Leona Grant... I can't bear to leave this world. I want to take this gamble."
Hearing her words, Quentin Holland's heart ached with bitterness.
He knew all too well the situation Annabelle was in.
There was no other way to treat Annabelle's virus. Their only hope was luck; otherwise, all she could do was wait for death.
