Chapter 7

As the white sheet was lifted, Andrew Grant's pupils contracted sharply.

The cold, white light of the operating room's overhead lamps fell on Claire's serene face.

Her eyes were closed, her lashes casting faint shadows beneath her lids, and the corners of her lips seemed to hold a subtle curve, as if she had finally found peace before leaving.

But her face was so thin that it had lost its shape, her cheekbones jutting out, and her jawline sharp enough to slice through the air.

The blue veins under her pale skin stood out starkly, and her neck was marked…