And then he crouched down, slowly prying open the fingers clutching his ankle. When his fingertips touched hers, he felt that her fingers were chillingly cold.

Was it because she’d been soaking in the seawater? Or was it because... her life was about to fade away? 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Inexplicably, at that moment, a subtle emotion stirred in his heart, as if he didn’t want this woman to just die like this.

"Keep her alive!" He ordered Mr. Shen in this manner.

Later, on the yacht, they first performed basic emergency measures on her and then sent her to the hospital in T City for resuscitation. This woman had no identification documents on her, only dressed in ordinary clothes... and a life jacket.

If not for this life jacket, perhaps this woman would have already sunk in the sea.

Afterwards, he also saw the shipwreck incident on the news.

"Young master, might this woman be one of the passengers from that ship?" Mr. Shen said. Although the life jacket she wore had no ship insignia printed on it, the spot where they picked her up was downstream from where the ship sank and wasn’t very far from the incident site, so it was entirely possible. "I think it would be better to notify the police and let them find out this woman’s whereabouts and locate her family."

"No rush." He replied in this manner.

It’s hard to say why—logically, Mr. Shen’s suggestion was the most appropriate course of action, but he was unwilling to handle it that way.

If they informed the police... then it seemed everything about this woman would no longer be related to him.

When he saw the woman for the second time, it was already in the hospital ward; she was lying on the bed, still in a coma.

At the same time, he learned from the nurses that the woman was already 12 weeks pregnant. Miraculously, under such circumstances, the baby was still afloat and alive.

Even the doctor remarked that this baby was truly quite lucky.

A child... this woman, pregnant... yet fell into the sea... At that time, she insisted so strongly that he save her, saying she couldn’t die—was it because of the child?

Was this child really that important to her? He thought so, but then he saw tears seeping from her eyes, gently rolling down from the corners.

His fingertip stretched out slowly, the falling tears gathering into droplets on his finger.

Even in a coma, she still sheds tears, looking so fragile and pale, so different from the way she fiercely clung to his ankle, struggling to survive.

Is she strong, or fragile?

Even in a coma, she still cries, are there too many sad things? If living feels painful, then why does she still want to live so much?

He couldn’t comprehend, but this also aroused a bit of curiosity.

At this moment, Atlas Shaw looked at the woman who had awoken and smiled gently, "Still not planning to tell me who you are?"

Mabel Quinn sat up, "I told you before, you can call me Abigail Quinn." She still remembered when she first woke up and found out that it was this person in front of her who sent her to the hospital, salvaging her life, so he could be considered her lifesaver.