Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 561:noveldrama

Her tears slipped down, landing softly on his hand.

She reached for his hand, threading her fingers through his as if trying to hold onto him.

“Brian, did you know? Jeffrey is still at the police station. He’s always been afraid of the dark. I know he must be terrified, waiting for me to get him out. So please, Brian, I’m begging you—wake up. Help me save him. I’ll do whatever you want if you just help me save him.”

At that moment, a vibration from her pocket snapped her back to reality.

She was running out of time.

Her eyes darted to the IV—it was almost empty.

And Brian still hadn’t woken up.

A wave of panic surged through her, but she forced herself to act rationally. She had to leave.

If she stayed any longer, Hazel would be dragged into this.

After all, Hazel had risked everything to let her in. If anyone found out, Debby would blame her, and she might even lose her job. So, despite her reluctance, Rachel let go of his hand.

But then…

As she turned to go, a faint tug on her hand stopped her in her tracks. A weak, raspy voice drifted through the silence. “So… you just want me to wake up for Jeffrey?”

It was Brian. He was awake.

A rush of relief and joy sent fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.

But she couldn’t afford to stay—couldn’t risk being seen.

If Debby and Tracy found out she had been here, Hazel would be in serious trouble.

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Swallowing her emotions, Rachel yanked her hand free and rushed out of the ward.

The moment the door opened, Tracy stormed inside.

Her eyes widened when she saw Brian awake, and sheer delight lit up her face. “Brian! You’re finally awake,” she exclaimed. But his first word shattered her joy in an instant.

“Rachel…” he called out.

Hearing that name, the happiness on Tracy’s face faltered. Her smile stiffened, and her hands slowly curled into tight fists.

Forcing a soft smile, she stepped closer. “You must be confused. It’s me, Tracy. Not Rachel.”

“Rachel…” Brian’s voice floated through the room.

With a grimace clouding her face, Tracy asked gently,

“Brian, have you been dreaming about Rachel?”

“Did she stop by?” he questioned urgently, his voice filled with hope. At that moment, his sole desire was to verify whether the vision he thought was Rachel had been real or just a hallucination.

“She hasn’t been here. It was me who rushed you to the hospital after your accident. Debby and I haven’t left your side, but Rachel…”

Tracy adopted a hesitant demeanor, purposely pausing as if reluctant to share more.

“And what?” Brian asked.

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