Knowing full well that Phineas had ulterior motives, how could she possibly fetch documents for


    him? Regarding Norbert Hetfield, Stuart might have indeed been involved in something, but


    Morwenna refused to believe that Stuart intended to harm Norbert Hetfield. The calls that wouldn’t


    connect only served to extinguish any hope Morwenna had left for Stuart.


    Afterposing herself, she returned to Norbert''s room. Quietly, Morwenna sat by the bed. She


    watched the mist on the oxygen mask and listened to the rhythmic ticking of the venttor. Just


    sitting there in silence, Morwenna questioned what the point of living was. She didn’t understand


    why she was trying so hard. Even after a lifetime of effort, she’d end up alone, regardless of how


    many people she helped or how hard she studied. Everything she cared about would be lost, living


    like a ghost wandering the earth. What was the point? Perhaps she should have left with her mom


    when she was just five. Life was too hard, too tiring...


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    Norbert''s impending death felt like the final straw breaking the camel''s back. The pirs of her spirit


    crumbled. The more resilient and enduring she had been, the deeper her despair became now.


    Morwenna held Norbert''s frail, withered hand, leaning over the bed and closing her eyes. "Oh Lord,


    give my years to Norbert Hetfield," she whispered. "Otherwise... take me with you..."


    Morwenna was jolted awake by the venttor''s rm. She was still holding Norbert Hetfield''s hand,


    watching him as his breathing became so faint it seemed it might stop at any moment. The doctor,


    on call 24/7, rushed in immediately, ready to perform lifesaving measures.


    Morwenna suddenly stood up, her voice hoarse as she stopped the doctor, "No more, let''s not save


    him!" Resuscitation wasn’t just a simple word. It was pain, it was torture. In these two days of


    attempts to save him, Norbert Hetfield''s hands were covered in bruises, his aged skin barely


    offering ces for injections anymore. Thest CPR had broken a rib due to the difficulty in


    breathing, and his trachea had been temporarily opened. Morwenna couldn’t bear to think how


    much it hurt. She didn’t fear pain for herself, but she feared Norbert Hetfield''s pain. She didn’t know


    how much suffering a person needed to endure to call it a life, but she didn’t want Norbert Hetfield’s


    last moments to be filled with nothing but pain. And so, Morwenna gave up, no longer wanting to


    fight for salvation. She wanted to send off the person she loved most in this world.


    The doctor was frantic, "What are you doing? Move aside! Every second we dy is a second lost


    for the patient!" But Morwenna wouldn’t budge. The room''s security guards hesitated, then rushed


    to pull Morwenna away. Morwenna fought back with all her might. The guards were unaware of the


    intricacies of Morwenna and Phineas''s rtionship, hesitant to use force since Morwenna had given


    Phineas a beating that left him bloodied, and Phineas hadn’t made much of it.


    One of the guards opened the door, shouting, "We''ve got trouble here!" Phineas was the first to


    arrive upon hearing themotion. His head was bandaged, and after a brief exnation from the


    guards, he barked, "Hold her down!" Two guards couldn’t manage, and soon five or six were


    struggling to restrain her. With Phineas''smand, the guards no longer held back, getting


    rougher. Morwenna was strong, but these past few days, without proper food or sleep, and her spirit


    on the verge of copse, she hardly had the energy to resist. She was struck on the legs with a


    baton, falling to the ground. Two guards pinned Morwenna down while another stepped on her


    back.