The caregiver walked out of the cloakroom and brought the ring box to Andrew, "Mr. Stewart, should we take this with us?"

Andrew was looking downstairs at Lana, who was curled up. He emotionlessly averted his gaze and looked at the ring held by the caregiver.

He was lost in his thoughts, 'This ring was chosen by the both of us when we got married. I still remember when I threw this ring away when we argued; Lana cried while searching for it all night downstairs when, in actuality, it was still with me. I didn't throw it away...

'Now, my existence is a burden to everyone. She still has other opportunities. She can still find a man who'll treat her well. She doesn't need to waste her time on me.'

Andrew covered his mouth with a blue handkerchief and coughed a few times. When he removed it, the handkerchief was stained with red blood.

The caregiver anxiously said, "This is the third time you've coughed up blood... If..."

Andrew waved his hand to stop her from continuing, "I don't ha