Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 653 - 671: Even in Death, I Will Accompany You (4)

Chapter 653: Chapter 671: Even in Death, I Will Accompany You (4)

Percy Stanton’s frown grew more severe, not knowing whether it was the pain or her crying that caused it. He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but felt a taste of blood in his throat. He swallowed hard and managed to give her a weak smile, his tone soft and gentle, as though he was whispering sweet nothings to her in the dead of night: "I’m glad you’re okay."

Isabel Smith was already on the verge of breaking down last night when Tony Williams told her those things, and seeing the grave of their dead child today, as well as the words he wrote in the temple, pushed her to the limit. Now, this once reserved and dignified man had become like this, and he was still smiling at her, saying he was glad she was okay.

These simple five words caused Isabel to completely break down. She burst into tears, raising her hand to wipe them away while asking, "Percy, are you okay?"

After asking this, Isabel realized how foolish she was, and quickly took out her mobile phone to dial 120.

Isabel Smith reported their location in a jumbled mess, and without even hanging up the phone, she stumbled and knelt beside Percy Stanton. All she could see was blood; his once-clean and neat shirt was stained with it. Isabel choked back a sob, raising her hand but not daring to touch him. Her trembling voice cried, "Percy, hold on, the ambulance will be here soon."

Her tears fell onto his face, flowing to the corner of his lips, tasting salty.

Percy struggled to lift his arm, his blood-stained finger barely touching her cheek. He gently stroked her face, only to smear blood on her. He blinked apologetically at her, his demeanor faded, but his eyes remained deep and dark, "Don’t cry, Isabel..."

He couldn’t continue as he suddenly started coughing violently, and bright red blood oozed from the corner of his lips, bit by bit.

Isabel stared blankly at the red on his lips, then held out her small hand and kept wiping it away. His coughs never seemed to end, and the blood continued to flow.

Soon, both of her delicate white hands were stained red.

Isabel’s heart softened as she took in the scene. This man had done so many things for her without regret. Last night, Tony Williams told him that he would be willing to die for her, and now he was truly injured because of her.

If she hadn’t called him, perhaps she would have been the one hit by the car. She was supposed to be the one who died... The more Isabel thought about it, the guiltier she felt in her heart. She listened to the man’s continuous coughing sound, her trembling fingertips trembled violently, she had a vague feeling that the man’s intense reaction represented something, she held up her hand in a daze, blocking Percy’s mouth, trying to stop his coughing, his bleeding, tears streaming down her face, whispered softly, "Percy, I’m sorry... It’s all my fault..."

Percy frowned, suppressing his coughs while managing to speak weakly: "Don’t be silly... No one could have expected something like this to happen."

Percy tried to place his hand on hers, wanting to hold it, but feeling as if his hand was out of his control, stiff and unresponsive.

He vaguely felt something slowly leaving his body.

He knew clearly what that something was-

They say people panic when faced with death, but Percy accepted it quickly, even looking at Isabel with eyes that became darker and more spirited, as if they could speak, flashing a hint of color, but his tone was thick with regret: "Isabel... Actually, the one who should say sorry is me..."