His first wife had died despite his best efforts. Despite the best doctors' money could buy. Despite everything.
What if Shuyin.....
No.
Lu Yuze cut that thought off savagely, but his hands were shaking again. He pressed them together, still wrapped around Shuyin's hand, trying to steady himself.
He'd built an empire after his first wife's death. Built walls of wealth and power and influence, telling himself that if he was strong enough, rich enough, powerful enough, he could protect what mattered. He could keep Yuyan safe. Could control his environment enough that tragedy wouldn't touch his family again.
But this morning had shattered that illusion completely.
All his money, all his resources, all his carefully constructed control, none of it had mattered. He'd stood there in his own sitting room, watching his wife die, and the only thing that had saved her was her mother's celestial power and her own inhuman strength.
He'd been useless. Again.
