"The Ariel Morris I know is not a weak person! Why don't you dare to fight? Even if there's a shred of hope, you can't give up! Ariel Morris, I trust Jorge Saxton. Without a solid plan, he wouldn't let you undergo surgery lightly! He's taking you to Italy, surely he has found an expert to save you! Ariel Morris—the wedding in Dublin will not be canceled. You go to Italy for treatment. If it succeeds, remember to come to Dublin on Christmas Day, I'll be waiting for you at the wedding scene!"
Ariel Morris bit her lip tightly, her eyes on Arlo Seys, "What if something goes wrong with the surgery? Arlo Seys, this wedding—"
"Then it'll turn into a funeral for the two of us!" Arlo Seys' voice was firm and decisive, with no hesitation. He looked at Ariel Morris solemnly and said, "Ariel Morris, for this gamble, I'll stake my life with you! So, what else are you afraid of?! Even if I die, I'm by your side, what is there to fear?!"
