Chapter 1189: Sorry, I Broke My Promise

When Trenton Smith had smoked half a pack of cigarettes, the lights in the operating room finally dimmed.

It was three in the morning by then. Thirty-six hours had elapsed since Norris Moore's accident and her emergence from the operating room.

Trenton Smith stood up from the bench, looked up to see Norris Moore being wheeled out of the surgery.

She wore an oxygen mask, her complexion ghostly pale, her eyelids closed in peaceful stillness, her long lashes casting faint shadows over her features.

It was as if she were sleeping.

So peaceful it seemed unreal.

Trenton Smith's hand, clutching the cigarette, shook involuntarily a few times, the lit end of the cigarette falling to the ground. He drew in a gentle breath before slowly walking over.