Chapter 223: Final Words
Eric’s pale face managed a faint smile, though the life in his eyes was quickly fading. His gaze lingered on Ella, filled with deep affection and reluctance—his time with her had been so wonderful, and he truly didn’t want to leave.
Ella, trembling, shook her head fiercely. "No! If anything happens to you, I won’t go on living either! Eric, you better pull yourself together!"
Eric tried to speak, but the effort was overwhelming. Still, there were things he needed to say, or he’d regret it forever.
"Mark... if I don’t make it... give all my shares to Ella..."
Mark, tears streaming down his face, nodded. "I know what to do, young master."
Ella’s expression suddenly hardened with fierce determination. "Eric! Shut up! If you dare leave me, I swear, I’ll go find a thousand young men to sleep with just to spite you. I’ll make sure you suffer, even in heaven!"
Eric laughed, his hand slowly losing strength, finally slipping from hers, no longer able to hold on. His beautiful yet mischievous eyes gently closed. Ella felt as though her heart had been ripped apart, and she clung to his hand, tears pouring from her eyes like a flood.
She said nothing, just quietly held onto him.
Mark and John worked frantically to revive Eric, but Ella remained calm, sitting silently by his side.
"Young master, don’t fall asleep! Wake up!" Mark cried, his eyes flashing with a deadly resolve. "That bastard... I’ll make sure he pays for this!"
John, after several failed attempts to revive Eric, sat back, covering his face with his hands, defeated.