Chapter 72

• Third POV
• He asked Alex to take him here. When the door was opened, the first thing he saw was a dying figure of a woman curled up on the ground. He walked over and touched it, her body was so cold that it seemed that there was no temperature in it.
• George held her face up, as her eyes were tightly closed, her lips white, she looked as pitiful as an abandoned puppy, her cold heart beated so slowly. His expression tightened instantly, looking at this face you would take him to be a formidable enemy. He is so disgusted to find his once-best friend in this situation.