Chapter 345 To My Wife, Arianne Wynn

She lost her wits when she heard the words — posthumous letter. “He’s not dead. Why would he need anything like that? There’s no need to give it to me. Throw it away!” Henry, Jackson, Eric and Tiffany were all here. This situation felt too serious and too sombre to her, as if Mark was really going to die. “Mrs. Tremont, please calm down. There’s a high chance that the posthumous letter won’t be of any use at all.” The doctor explained, “I’m the doctor in charge of Mr. Tremont. I understand the situation very clearly. Mr. Tremont is in pretty good condition. So I’m just giving the posthumous letter to you.” Then, the doctor pulled out a piece of paper from his lab coat. It was a pretty urgent situation at the time, so he didn’t have very many good options. So he wrote the posthumous letter down on a prescription sheet. It looked a little ugly and hurried. Arianne’s hands were shaking. The light piece of paper felt as if it weighed 600 kilograms. Tears streamed down her face from the