The nurses kept screaming from the operating room, and Kevin's name was called numerous times.
He finally gave up on contacting Ian completely.
Kevin turned around and walked into the operating room with determination.
The critically ill notice on the table looked particularly harsh.
I calmed down and sat back in my chair.
After I contacted my lawyer, he drew up a divorce settlement for me, and he got the funeral home ready to handle Carol's funeral.
Soon, the lights went out in the operating room.
Kevin removed his mask with exhaustion and sorrow and shook his head at me.
Looking at the familiar scene, I felt quite different from my previous life.
Ian hadn't seen Carol for the last time this time, and I was no longer to blame for him not leaving Bella behind.
I was finally relieved and couldn't hold back the tears.
Ian was just as indifferent to me in my previous life as he was today, but I didn't give up.
I tried desperately to get in touch with him.
I took pictures for Ian of what Carol looked like when she was critically ill and sent him the critically ill notice from the hospital.
I was trying to convince Ian that Carol was terminally ill.