As soon as the words left her mouth, Phoebe's tears began to fall uncontrollably.
It wasn't true—not what she had said. She didn't want him to die. Even if she couldn't forgive him, she would never wish for his death.
“Fine. As you wish,” Alexander said coldly, letting go of her.
He stood up and walked toward the door. But after just a few steps, his tall, solid frame collapsed to the floor.
Curled up on the ground, Phoebe instinctively raised her head at the sound. A flash of white light surged through her mind, and in the next second, she was scrambling toward him in a panic, sobbing.
Kneeling by his side, she shook his body desperately. Her tear-streaked face was unrecognizable.
“Alexander, wake up! Please, wake up! Don't scare me, okay?” she cried.
No matter how much she called
