Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 887

"Mr. Maximillian—"

Yvette's face grew even paler. Before she could finish speaking, Theodore coldly interrupted her, his tone extremely resolute. "Don't speak to me before you make your choice!"

Yvette's heart tightened, as though an invisible hand was choking her, making it hard for her to breathe.

Theodore suddenly started coughing violently. His face was as pale as paper. He spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Mr. Maximillian…"

Yvette's expression changed abruptly at the sight of blood, her concern evident as she hurried to his side. "Let me take a look at you!"

Theodore's health had been deteriorating year by year, relying on alternative medicine to manage his condition. But now, all that previous effort had gone to waste.

"Stay back!"

But Theodore was unusually stubborn, his voice weak but firm, speaking coldly. "I told you, until you've made your decision, I no longer recognize you as my apprentice..."

With just a few words, his coughing intensified, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. His body swayed dangerously, as though he might collapse at any moment.

"Do you agree?" he asked in between coughs.

"I agree!"

Seeing that Theodore was reaching his limit, Yvette's eyes reddened as she spoke with difficulty.

If Theodore hadn't kept her back all those years ago, she wouldn't be who she is today. He gave her all the fatherly love she had lacked in her childhood.

Although they had no blood relation, in her heart, Theodore was her father!

She couldn't just watch him suffer!

The pain of losing loved ones was something others could never understand.

"What about me? Mr. Maximillian, are you going to leave me behind?"

"Yvie, now that you've found your family, even if I'm no longer by your side, you'll still live a happy life! I really miss them…"

Theodore seemed to recall the happy moments of the past, his expression softening.

"Yvie, my daughter was just like you, so smart, so cute, loved by everyone. My wife was very gentle, and if she had met you, she would have liked you very much! But sadly…"

Theodore would never forget that day—his 30th birthday, when his wife and daughter had prepared a surprise for him.

But what he got instead was their tragic death! How could he not be filled with hatred?