Chapter 145 Gideon's Final Words

The steady beat of the display ticked like a dying clock. Genevieve sat silently, her hands clasped neatly in her lap. She remained still despite the coldness of the hospital chair under her. Gideon lay next her, still and colorless, but his chest rose slightly under the thin cover. His once-proudly sharp features had become ghostly as tubes wound themselves around his arms like handcuffs. But like a fading star flickering against the emptiness, his sneer found her. “I bet you never thought you’d see me like this,” he rasped, voice cracked but tinged with dark amusement.