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It was late. A cool breeze blew outside, Eric walked over and closed all the windows. At this time, Odette was the weakest. he definitely could not let her fall sick in this kind of situation. Eric looked at the woman who curled herself into a ball and trembling slightly. He didn't know what to do. A deep sense of helplessness surged into his heart, which he had never felt before. 

Just as Eric was about to walk out of the room, he heard the soft voice of the person on the bed. She seemed to talking with herself and her voice was also very soft. However, because the room was too quiet, Eric could hear it. 

Odette buried her head into her arms and her voice was extremely hoarse, "Eric, why did you leave me? Where did you go?" Eric, who was standing at the doorway, felt his throat tighten. He wanted to rush forward, grab her into his arms, and shout that. 'He was Eric, he was her Eric, her husband!'