Xavia’s words echoed in Zivon’s mind… but even so, he didn’t have the energy to even respond.
Seeing that, Zayne couldn’t help but clench his fists. He shouldn’t have agreed with his foolish plan…! And that damned Fiona…! God, how he wanted to revive her just so that he could kill her again…! His train of thought was cut short when the captain reported, “Approaching the helicopter in ten kilometers!”
Shaking his head, Zayne got to his feet and replied, “…Report again once we’re three kilometers from them. And get ready to open the hatch…!”
It didn’t take long for the distance to be reached, and this prompted Zayne to look at the unconscious Zivon before saying, “…Pull through, you hear me? Help is on the way…! Remember, if you die, then Xavia and your children will have nobody else to love…!”
Following that, Zayne pulled the hatch open… and barely a minute later, the helicopter appeared! Just as he was about to tell Xavia to be careful, Zayne’s jaw nearly dropped when he watched Xavia fearlessly leap onto the helicopter that he was on! What the hell?! They were thousands of feet in the air! Did she have a death wish?!
Xavia, for one, only had Zivon on her mind right now, and after rushing up to Zayne, the frantic woman asked, “Is everything ready?! Can the transfusion be done now?!”
Though stunned, Zayne quickly recovered from his shock before saying, “…Yes, we have no time to waste. Proceed, everyone!”
…He… He had woken up…! Thank God…!
Before she could say anything, she heard Zivon add, “Go… Wear Zayne’s coat first… I… don’t have the strength to get up yet… So please wear the coat first…”
With how caring he still was, Xavia pursed her lips before nodding… And once Zayne’s coat was on her, she held Zivon’s hands and replied, “I… I’m not cold anymore, so don’t worry… That aside… You’re not allowed to leave my side anymore from now on, alright…? And you need to tell me everything that happens to you, you hear…? No more needless secrets…”
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