That Woman Is the Trump Card

With a calm gaze, Regan said indifferently, "There's no need." "Sir..." When he heard Regan's reply, Max became more anxious and couldn't help saying, "Sir, if you only rely on medicines to control your illness instead of phototherapy, your lifespan will be shortened..." "Even if I take a whole day treatment, it won't extend my lifespan... am I right?" Regan retorted coldly. "Sir..." Although Max still wanted to say something, he was cut off by Regan. "My life is in my own hands! I'll definitely survive! Just give me some time and I'll..." After a long time, he had finally found the pleasure and light of his life. He never knew that being alive could be so interesting, and he could finally sleep in peace. Therefore, he refused to die just like that. Sighing in his heart, Max understood that the Morris family was the whole cause of Regan's current condition. Sadly, he was the only one who knew the deep pain that Regan had suffered. At this moment, he even believed that the scars in the