Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 651:

The doctor handed him the papers. “The patient is in critical condition. We need an immediate signature for surgery.”

“C-Critical?” Jeffrey stammered, his mind struggling to grasp the reality.

“Yes. There’s no time to waste. She needs urgent intervention.”

“O-Okay. I’ll sign…” Jeffrey reached for the pen, but his hands were trembling so badly he could barely hold it.

The doctor, growing impatient, pressed him. “Quickly, please! Every second counts!”

“I’ll do it,” Yvonne interjected, grabbing the papers. Without hesitating, she scribbled her signature.

By the time Brian arrived, Rachel was still being treated behind closed doors.

The moment Yvonne and Jeffrey saw him, their expressions turned to fury. Yvonne’s eyes narrowed as she glared at him. “How did you even find us?”

“How is she?” Brian’s voice was raw, his usually sharp appearance disheveled and pale with worry. Tension radiated from him, but neither Yvonne nor Jeffrey showed him any sympathy.

“Go away,” Yvonne snapped. “Rachel doesn’t need you. You made your choice. Don’t come here pretending to care. If you have any decency left, just leave.”

Her words hit hard, but Jeffrey’s actions spoke even louder.

gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺, 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

Without warning, Jeffrey snatched an ashtray from the table and hurled it at Brian with all the strength he could muster. “Get out! You’re terrible! You hurt my sister! Leave us alone!” Jeffrey shouted, his voice breaking with emotion.

Brian wiped the blood from his brow, but he didn’t move.

His voice was steady, resolute. “I’m not leaving until Rachel wakes up.”

As the long night wore on, Rachel was finally wheeled out of the emergency room.

The doctor, visibly exhausted from the ordeal, removed his mask and addressed the anxious group. “We’ve done everything possible. Now, it’s up to fate. She’ll be transferred to the ICU. No visits are allowed for now.”noveldrama

Yvonne nodded, her expression resolute. “Understood. Please do everything you can for her.”

Brian stood motionless outside the ICU, his eyes fixed on the heavy glass doors, desperate to catch even the faintest glimpse of Rachel inside.

Jeffrey sat quietly on the floor, keeping vigil, while Yvonne remained by his side, just as anxious and weary.

The anger that had once filled them had ebbed, replaced by a singular hope—that Rachel would open her eyes again.

As the first light of morning crept in, Brian’s phone rang. He stepped away to answer and returned quickly—Carol had regained consciousness and was asking for him.

When he entered her hospital room, guilt weighed on him so heavily that he dropped to his knees beside her bed. “I’m sorry, Grandma. All of this is my fault. I never meant to hurt Rachel or you. I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be. If you need to scold me, or even hit me, I won’t complain.”

Carol, fragile and depleted of her usual strength, slowly propped herself up in bed. Her voice, though weak, was steady and commanding. “Tell me—why did you abandon Rachel at the wedding?”

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