Chapter 12 1288 (Vouchers Chapter 12 Isabella never thought that people would actually become ghosts after they died. After the potion was injected into her veins, she fell into a deep sleep without any pain, just as she had hoped. But the consciousness only disappeared for a moment, and then rushed back into the mind like a tide. She opened her eyes and saw herself floating in midair, below was her lifeless body that she had already lost. The doctor seemed not to see her. After confirming her death, he issued a death certificate and sent her body for cremation. Watching her own body being cremated was a bit too eerie, so she started to wander aimlessly in the air. She never expected to see Marcus in the hallway, let alone him reading her diary. She hesitated, wanting to close the diary, but froze when she saw Marcus crying. His eyes were red at the corners, and tears fell onto the notebook, drop by drop. He had always been very quiet, even when crying, but somehow he could make people feel his sadness at this moment. Isabella's heart seemed to be struck by something, as she floated quietly in the air, watching him. 0.00% 13:27 Chapter 12 288 Voucher Later, Laura also arrived and they argued, revealing a past that she did not know about. After listening, she felt a sense of sighing. She never expected that the problem that had troubled her for a year during her lifetime would be solved after her death. She looked at Marcus, wanting to say, "Choose Laura and be with her." But I also want to say, if you don't like Laura, just leave, don't let yourself be trapped by guilt for a lifetime. But she couldn't say anything, only watched helplessly as Marcus left the institution and drove his car into the sea. In the midst of panic, she called out Marcus's name. Marcus seemed to hear her response and groggily opened his eyes. At that moment, she almost thought Marcus could see her. Just like this moment. His gaze fell straight on her face, Isabella was slightly stunned, just about to ask if he could see her, when Marcus averted his eyes as if he had never seen her. Isabella was taken aback and lowered her head, feeling somewhat disappointed. Laura cried as she pounded Marcus's shoulder, "You jerk! What am I supposed to do now that you're gone?" 27.55% 1327 Chapter 12 Marcus hung his head pale-faced and said, "I'm sorry." "Is it worth it to be sorry?" Laura was still wearing that wedding dress, the front almost soaked through with tears. "Is Isabella really that important? Important enough that you would give up your life for her?" Marcus remained silent. Isabella knew that Marcus would not answer this question, as he had always been able to hide his feelings very well. She sighed, but heard Marcus say, "Yes." Isabella froze, she looked at Marcus. Marcus's eyes were calm: "I had no family since I was young, grew up in an orphanage. It was Isabella who showed me what a home is. She used to be my world. Without her in this world, it would be meaningless to me." Isabella felt a twinge of sadness in her heart as Laura bit her lip and asked, "And what about me? What am I?" Sorry, Marcus looked at her, "I used to think that I could give you whatever compensation you wanted, but now I realize that there are some things I can never give you." You... you just liked Isabella so much, Laura choked up, her voice hoarse. "I knew it, I should have known." "But she died!" 55.11% 13:27 C 82.82% Chapter 12 Laura gritted her teeth and said, "The dead, they will never come back!" She finished speaking and rushed out the door. Marcus leaned against the head of the bed and said blankly, "Will the dead really never come back?" Isabella sighed, knowing full well that Marcus couldn't hear her, but still replied, "No." Not sure if it was an illusion, but it seemed like after saying these words, Marcus's lips became even paler. Isabella glanced at him for a moment, then turned to go see Laura. But as she floated to the door of the ward, she heard a noise behind her. She turned around and saw Marcus getting up to pick up the fruit knife from the bedside table, holding it against his wrist. . 13:27