"Ava... Run..."
He looked at me, bloody foam spilling from the corner of his mouth.
The bodyguards rushed forward upon hearing the commotion and subdued the maddened Karina.
Jeffery collapsed on the ground, blood rapidly staining his white shirt crimson.
His gaze held unprecedented clarity and remorse as he looked at me.
"I'm... Sorry..."
He reached out a hand, as if trying to grasp something. However, the hand ultimately fell limp. Jeffery, severely weakened from blood loss, coughed up bloody foam. Yet he struggled to keep his eyes open.
I knew what he was waiting for, but it was something I neither wished nor could give.
So I only said to the assistant who came rushing over, "Take him to the hospital."
As I turned, his choked, despairing cry echoed behind me.
"I'll take you."
