NovelUSAChapter 627 Raymond's vision went black. His entire body began to tremble violently.
It felt as if something had lodged in his throat. He paused, struggling to steady his voice. "Doctor... My daughter's going to be all right, isn't she?" He forced each word out, each syllable tearing at his heart.
He stared at the doctor in the white coat, refusing to accept what was happening.
Hilda arrived just in tto catch the doctor's words. Her legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed to the floor. Monica and Wade rushed over, supporting her on either side.
Once she managed to stand, Hilda took a shaky breath. Her eyes were sharp, almost piercing, as she fixed the male doctor with her gaze. "Mourn? Mourn for what? I don't understand." Both Raymond and Hilda stared at the doctor, their eyes heavy with dread, leaving him at a complete loss. Citrine wasn't just the chairwoman of their research center-she was its brightest mind. Delivering this news, the doctor's own heart ached.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe let out a long, weary sigh and gently patted Raymond's shoulder. His voice was low and rough. "President Carmichael, we did everything we could. I'm truly sorry for your loss." With that, the doctor, eyes glistening red, turned and left the hallway as if he couldn't bear another second. His assistant lingered for a moment, glancing nervously at the crowd outside the emergency room. "Everyone... you may go in and... say goodbye." It was as if the life drained from both the Carmichaels and the Saunders in that instant.
"No... No, this can't be..." Raymond's mind was a blank void, a searing pain radiating from his heart and flooding through his limbs.
Forcing himself to move, he was the first to stagger inside.
A white sheet covered the figure on the bed, pulled tight from head to toe, not even a hand exposed.
The sight made Raymond falter. He caught himself against a table, barely staying upright.
He approached, hands shaking, and lifted the edge of the sheet.
Beneath it, his daughter's eyes were closed, her face drained of all color, as if every trace of life had vanished. Raymond's entire body shook. He swayed, barely able to stand.
His eyes were red, wild with grief, and his voice cout hoarse and shattered: "Citrine, wake up. Please..." "Daddy knows you're just sleeping. Don't sleep anymore, okay?" His voice trembled with desperate pleading.
He clung to his daughter's cold hand, trying in vain to call her back.
No matter how many times Raymond begged, the girl on the hospital bed remained utterly still.
The Carmichael family was overwhelmed by heartbreak.
Hilda, unable to accept the truth that her daughter was gone, fainted on the spot.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMeanwhile, Talbot took the blfor everything, clearing Theo's ncompletely. That very day, Talbot was sentenced to death.
Theo was found innocent and released.
On the day Theo walked out, Kali Glenwood and Quentin Aldridge were waiting for him.
"Brother....." Kali's eyes instantly filled with tears. She ran to him, wrapping him in a tight hug.
Quentin, usually all jokes and easygoing smiles, looked unusually serious? He stepped forward and gave Theo's shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Hey man, what matters is you're safe." Theo's gaze was distant, as if their voices couldn't reach him.
He turned to Quentin, his voice raw and hollow. "Taketo Crestwood Take Medical Research Center." Quentin checked his watch,
frowning. "Con, man, I threw together a welcback dinner. The a whole crew's there, waiting for you."
"Taketo Crestwood Medical Research Center." The repeated, his tone brooking no argument. "Alright, alright, I'll have everyone head out. Though Quentin had no idea why Theo was so insistent, he could see Theo wasn't going to Relenting, he agreed.
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