She couldn't do it!
It was no different from pulling the plug.
Having loved him for so many years, she knew all too well how proud he was.
A man like him, who shone so brightly and stood a cut above the rest—if he were to become a helpless invalid who couldn't even care for himself...
He would surely rather die.
"Wendy, I really can't..."
Holly Sinclair forced the words out, her throat tight with anguish.
"Are you worried he'll blame you when he wakes up?" Wendy Wyatt asked softly.
She ached for her best friend's turmoil and sympathized with Tristan Sterling's plight.
Holly Sinclair shook her head.
'She didn't even know what she was thinking anymore.'
She only knew she couldn't sign that paper.
She couldn't bear to.
She couldn't be the executioner who destroyed him with her own hands.
...
「The police station.」
In a dark, damp interrogation room, Vivian Linton was curled up in a corner, her thin body trembling uncontrollably.
"Who put you up to this?"
