Billionaire God of War Chapter 2288

Chapter 2288

His days were numbered?

Ethan felt his heart sink.

“Thanks, you may go back and rest.”

He sent the doctor away and stood in a daze at the door. After a long time, Ethan took a deep breath and walked into the room.

It was hard to imagine how the virtually invincible and undefeatable Peter Pan from three years ago had become so frail that he was just lying weakly on the bed now.

“Tsk, I’m not dead yet. What’s with that expression on your face?” snapped Peter Pan when he saw the look on Ethan’s face.

He struggled to sit up, to find that his arms weren’t strong enough. The expression on his own face slowly turned grim as a look of disappointment and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

“You feel it now?” Ethan laughed bitterly. “You’ve got to admit that you’re growing old now.”

Peter Pan didn’t say anything.

He just lay there and closed his eyes, as if he was slowly taking in the changes in his body.

“Oh dear.” He finally opened his eyes again after a long while. The disappointment in his eyes were apparent, and there was some self-deprecation in them too. “I’ve really grown old.”

“So I’ve already reached the limit.” He gently shook his head. “What a pity, what a pity. I’m not able to wait until my disciple has grown up and teach her everything that I know. What a pity.”

Kye was only three, and she could start learning some martial arts already, but Peter Pan refused to teach her anything because he felt bad for making a tiny little girl go through so much hardship. When she was a baby, he had confidently declared that once Kye could start walking, he would teach her martial arts. But she was already three and he was still so indulgent towards her.

He refused to let Kye do any basic martial arts, and didn’t even let her do anything that seemed remotely tiring or anything that would hurt her. Even if she accidentally hit a stone, Peter Pan would turn that stone to powder.

Ethan could tell that even if Kye grew old enough, Peter Pan would never force her to do anything. If Kye didn’t want to learn martial arts, Peter Pan would never bear to let her suffer at all.

“How much more time do you have?” asked Ethan.

This was a question that only Peter Pan knew the answer to.

“Come to think of it, I’m already 200 odd years old, so I’ve really lived long enough,” said Peter Pan. “My body is degenerating and my energy is draining quickly. I guess I might be able to hold out for a maximum of six months.”

He sighed helplessly at this.

“I won’t be able to be with Kye for too long.”

Peter Pan wasn’t afraid to die, and wasn’t bothered by it at all. He had lived a good life and had enjoyed his fair share of glory. He didn’t care about status or anything like that. If he wasn’t bent on taking revenge for how Greedy Wolf had nearly done him in, he would have just lived life to its fullest and passed away in peace.

At that time, he didn’t have a care in the world. Whether he lived or died didn’t matter. But now, he had people he cared about.

It was so hard to leave now.

Ethan didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.

Half a year was a long time to Peter Pan in this state, but Kye was still so young. Ethan felt a little upset that his daughter had to go through such a painful parting at such a young age.

“Master! Master!” Kye’s childlike voice came from outside the door.

She came running in with bloodshot eyes sprawled herself against the bed. She had clearly cried for a long time. Peter Pan’s heart broke when he saw how badly she was crying and quickly struggled to sit up and stroke Kye’s little head.

“My goodness, Princess, don’t cry anymore. Master isn’t dead, so why are you crying? Come on, you two, don’t pull a long face! I’m not going to die!”

He glanced at Ethan and hoped that Ethan would cooperate and not upset Kye.

Kye turned to look at Ethan, so he nodded and said, “That’s right. Your Master is fine, he just fainted from being too hungry.”

He just randomly found some reason to pacify her.

A three year old might not be good at expressing themselves, but they were usually smart and could understand some things. Even though the little girl didn’t truly understand what death meant, she knew that it meant someone was going to leave.

It meant that she would not be able to see this person again.

“I want Master!” Kye pouted and her voice cracked as she held Peter Pan’s hand tightly. Her large tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt sadder and sadder inside, and cried harder and harder.


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