Chapter 117 Bargaining and Depression

• Once the bedroom door closed tightly, Max finally let go of his wife's hand. After a glance, he had trouble catching his breath. The tightness in the chest had become a thorn in his heart.
• "Max, are you okay?" Gabriella asked doubtfully. Her hand was back and forth to touch his husband's arm.
• After wetting his parched throat and looking up to hold back the tears, the man took a quick breath. "It hurts so bad, Gaby," he said while beating his chest, hoping that his lungs would return to normal.