Chapter 298 Three More Months

• I spent every second of the past four days praying that Christopher would wake up sooner, but when he finally did, I could not bring myself to see him. No matter how much I hate Monica, I had to admit that what she said was true.
• I knew she had no ill intentions, but with just a few words, she had managed to change my mind. It would be easier for Christopher to accept my death if they told him I died on the island.
• If he knew I died because of a terminal illness—and that he was the cause—he would never walk out of the guilt.