"I’ve heard about you from Lowie."
Juan Wilmar took a deep breath. He could feel his body reaching its final monts. As the end approached, he strangely felt less pain than before; the physical tornt seed to ease as life slipped away. He struggled to breathe, took another breath, and managed to see the girl in front of him.
So very beautiful.
Beautiful with striking features!
A young age—eighteen or nineteen.
Just standing there, her presence was different from others.
She had an untad wildness about her.
He rembered Lowie ntioning Nathalie Quinlan to him, saying she was this year’s top scholar in the college entrance examination, with excellent results, having been accepted into Tsinghua University.
"Good girl, I said before I wanted to find ti to et you and thank you personally."
Mr. Wilmar was likely near the end; his speech beca light, the words unclear but understandable.
"Unfortunately... I’ve never had the chance to et you. This ti counts as our eting, it’s destiny. You resemble soone I knew. Seeing you reminds of her."
He paused here for a second, his gaze softened, like a shattered lake surface, calm and wise.
"Nathalie, could you do Grandpa a favor?"
His voice was already very weak.
Nathalie Quinlan pressed her lips tightly, lowered her head, feeling quite uneasy as she clenched her hand, whispered to him, "Please hold on a little longer, I’ll have Lowie and the others co in right away."
Mr. Wilmar was near the end, and in the final monts of life, she believed no one would want to miss seeing their family. Nathalie was about to leave to call them in.
Juan Wilmar stopped her suddenly, handed her sothing, gasping, his breath faint as silk: "I, I can’t, I’m not going to last. This, take this, help give it to Yonathan, tell him to rember to send, send money every month."
Nathalie looked at the notebook he handed her. The corners of the leather cover were heavily worn, evidence that its owner often perused it.
She held the item from the elder steadily, tightened her lips, her voice deep: "I understand, I’ll make sure to give it to Uncle Wilmar. You... you just hold on a bit longer, they’re coming right in."
Juan Wilmar made a sound, already barely audible.
The dical staff in the operating room saw him regain consciousness and rushed out to notify the family.
Not long after, the door to the operating room opened.
The Wilmar family flooded in, crowding around and blocking the surgical table.
"Dad! Dad, are you alright! Don’t scare !" Raymond Wilmar’s voice was the loudest, reacting the most intensely: "Where’s the doctor? Find a way quickly, what do you an by this!"
"Dad, open your eyes and look at , it’s , Raymond."
"Grandpa." Ivy Wilmar and Myles Sullivan were present too. Ivy arrived hastily, still wearing a red coat, making her stand out conspicuously.
She was also tearfully calling out nearby.
Nathalie was pushed to the side.
Lowie Wilmar’s face was already pale. Instead of squeezing into the crowd, he clenched his fists and stood outside the group, his face turned unpleasant.
He saw Nathalie Quinlan also pushed aside, walked over to her, with a poor complexion, asked softly: "My grandfather..."
Nathalie felt terribly pained, raised her head, their eyes t, her throat seed stuck, hard to speak: "I’m sorry."
Those words were enough for Lowie to understand. He shut his eyes tightly and then opened them again, fingers clenched tightly.
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