At such a time, even the most formidable doctor in Tissote couldn’t determine a result.
Maxwell looked at Elise suspiciously, and before she could say anything, he dashed into the room.
Maya was seen lying still on the bed. From afar, she seemed like a body that was no longer breathing.
“Maya?” He warily approached. The room was as silent as the grave, and not a movement was seen. His heart skipped a beat before he lost his balance and collapsed to the ground as his face blanched. “Daddy’s so sorry, Maya! I shouldn’t have sent you to this murderer!”
In the next second, a fragile voice came from above the bed. “What are you doing, Daddy?”
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