As soon as Eddy Sherman spoke, he was stunned by his own words.
He had told himself he would no longer harbor any hope for her, but every time she appeared before him, it was a test for him.
Seeing the grievance in her eyes, his heart couldn't stop wavering.
They had already missed out on twenty-four years, and life doesn't offer that many twenty-four years.
He really wanted to know, when she made that choice back then, whether she had thought of him, even if just for a second...
But the moment he actually asked, his heart jumped to his throat in an instant.
Nervous.
Uncontrollably nervous.
He even resisted listening to her answer, afraid it would be even more brutal.
"Huh?" Grace Yakov was bending over, learning from the nurse how to massage his leg muscles, and when she heard his voice, she looked up in surprise.
"What?"
"…" Eddy Sherman's brow furrowed slightly.
He couldn't tell whether she really hadn't heard or was pretending not to.
