Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 1972

"Water..."

Ryan managed to open his mouth with great difficulty. His eyes were swollen, and there was only a narrow line when he opened them. Evidently, he struggled to identify the person present, but his efforts were in vain.

He had lost his mobility and lay in wait for death, surviving solely on his will. Persephone gazed helplessly at George.

George's face was devoid of expression. He walked to the cabinet, poured a glass of water, sat next to the bed, and lifted Ryan's head to feed him with care.

George's face showed no expression as he walked to the cabinet, poured a glass of water, sat next to the bed, and carefully lifted Ryan's head to feed him.

Having felt his grip on her wrist earlier, Persephone was well aware of his strength. Despite this, he fed Ryan water with gentleness.

Standing there, Persephone felt overwhelmed. It seemed like she had entered another maze, unsure if George was a friend or foe to Ryan. It appeared she might be stuck in this maze forever. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

She wrapped her arms around her head and cried. She then turned around and ran outside.

Unexpectedly, she collided with someone...

The chest she hit was warm, and the eyes that met hers were like stars she would never forget.

The man stared at her in disbelief due to her sudden appearance.

Persephone froze.

Like a giant snowball, she was hit with a mix of sadness, fear, and great joy. Her lips moved after an indeterminate duration, and a shaky, soft voice echoed.

"Morpheus."

Tears poured from her eyes.

He said nothing, just spread his arms and hugged her tightly as if he had found a lost treasure.

Behind the store was a tiny courtyard with a tall banyan tree in the middle and lush leaves filling the place.

Morpheus handed Persephone a cup of hot vanilla-flavored coffee, a taste she had fallen in love with since moving there. Holding the mug, she felt like she was in a refuge, incredibly safe sitting next to him.

"I found him at Fat Jim's," he said softly. "I'm guessing he ran away. He was terribly wounded, and he lost a kidney. He couldn't run far and was still in Fat Jim's territory."

Her heart squeezed. "He lost a... kidney?"

"Yes," he replied, looking at her. "Illegal organ trade is rampant here. Your friend is healthy. Naturally, Fat Jim wouldn't let him go."

She gripped the mug tightly.

"He was dying when I found him," he added. "But I was still wounded, so I couldn't save him. Someone else did."

"Who was it?"

"Bailey Neale."

Morpheus mentioned a name she had never heard before.

"Is it a woman?" she asked.

He shook his head, smiling.

Morpheus had never met Bailey. All he knew was that she was the woman of the most powerful kingpin in the north city of Flinge.

The south and the north never interfered with each other's business.

"I wonder why Bailey did that," Morpheus said lightly. "But I believe she has her reason to send Ryan here.

"No matter what, we must nurse this guy back to health." He looked at her. "Sephy, what's your relationship with. him?"