He Beat Her

"Elizabeth..." Elizabeth's heart missed a beat. She stared at Theodore with her eyes widened and opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything. Theodore sighed slightly, "I... am going to die soon. I... haven't apologized to you formally yet. If I really die today, don't hate me anymore. If there is... a next life, I will definitely find you and... cherish you well." Elizabeth looked at Theodore and kept shaking her head. She cried and growled, "Theodore, stop talking!" If he continued, he might really die. Even if Theodore was just a stranger, she was not willing to see him dying, not to mention that they had known each other for many years.  He couldn't be killed! Furthermore, she was more unwilling to see that this matter became a black mark against James. A murderer... He was so kind and warm. How could he bear such blame?  James looked at Theodore and turned to glance at Elizabeth. Was she crying? Was she crying for Theodore, the jerk? Thinking of this, James took a deep breath.