Eric took a slow breath and then said, "No." He grasped her hand firmly, "We'll leave together."
"I can't walk anymore, and you're seriously injured right now. Taking me with you will only slow you down." Moreover, she felt that if they left Philip Shaw alone here, the next moment he'd contact his men to catch them.
Earlier, she could feel that Philip Shaw wanted to kill Eric.
If caught next time, Philip Shaw wouldn't show mercy.
"Then I won't leave either."
"Eric, now isn't the time for stubbornness!" Aldana was getting anxious. What was he doing?
"I came here to take you away, not to leave you behind." He closed his eyes briefly, a hint of pain flashing in them, "Aldana, I came too late. I'm sorry."
Aldana paused for a moment, her expression also slightly complex. Eric's apology truly was as he said—it really was too late.
But for him, she no longer felt the heart-wrenching pain of compromising. Those feelings had faded, leaving only a faint sense of helplessness.
