Chapter 96 Her Last Breath
- ISOLDE
- “Yes, yes, talk to me, Marie,” I urged softly, my voice trembling as I knelt beside her. Her skin was pale, her breath was shallow, and her lips were trembling like she was fighting to speak. We had given her every herb, every medicine… but nothing was working.
- Her condition didn’t require spiritual help; this wasn’t a curse, but rather something hidden.