Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chapter 620

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The hospital was a whirlwind of chaos. As soon as Chloe stepped out, she made a beeline for the maternity ward. She gently cradled the newborn, tears streaking down her face nonstop. It was as if she didn't realize she could cry this much until now. Deep down, perhaps, she sensed that Linda wouldn't pull through. A sudden clarity washed over her.

Linda had spoken so much, shed so many tears. She appeared so alive, but in truth, it was just a brief flicker before the end. Regardless, Chloe needed to see the child. Just as she reached the emergency room door with the baby in her arms, it swung open.

Lucas rushed over, panic in his voice, "How is Linda?" The doctor's face was somber. After what felt like an eternity, he finally said, "Antonio, I'm so sorry for your loss."

Chloe stood there, stunned. The baby, as if sensing the gravity of the moment, let out a sudden wail. It felt like something seared right through Chloe's heart, leaving a painful void. She couldn't fathom feeling this shattered.

Everything turned into a blur in front of her eyes. Eventually, she forced herself to move inside. The machines had all gone silent, the heart monitor showing nothing but a flat line. Nurses surrounded the bed, carefully removing the equipment. Their faces were marked with gravity.

Linda lay there, so still, as if she were merely asleep. But her face was ghostly pale, devoid of any life The child in Chloe's arms continued to cry. Chloe walked over to the bed, gently ly laying the baby beside Linda. She spoke softly, "Linda, it's your baby. Can you open your eyes and see?"

There was no answer. Connor entered the room, seeing Chloe in such a state made his heart ache, but he kept his distance to give her space. The baby reached out a tiny arm, brushing against Linda's hair. Miraculously, the crying stopped, replaced by a silent curiosity as the child tugged gently at her hair.

"Linda, I forgive you, I really do. Just wake up, and you're still my best friend." Chloe's heart ached with confusion. She had been so angry, harboring such resentment. Linda had hurt her deeply, almost dragging her down.

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Yet, the memories of their shared youth flooded back-classes they took together, lying on the grass under the stars, sneaking off to concerts, enduring punishment runs, cheering each other on through the grueling exam days, celebrating their collège acceptance, dreaming of the future, and promising to remain best friends and one day live in the same retirement home.

They had journeyed through the seasons of youth together. In this moment, all Chloe could think of was the beauty of their past. She kept talking to Linda, recalling those memories, laughing at times, crying at others. She wished for a miracle, that Linda would somehow open her eyes again.

But that was not to be. Linda lay there, as silent as ever. After a long while, Chloe grew quiet. She sat down, holding Linda's cold hand, her voice quivering, “Linda, I could really go for some mac and cheese right now."