Forsaken Until My Last Breath novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

The words crackled through the receiver like a thunderbolt, shattering Vincent’s soul.

Vincent rushed to the hospital, his usual arrogance replaced by sheer panic.

Frank and medical staff wheeled out a gurney draped in white.

A slender wrist dangled from beneath the sheet, revealing a gaping wound.

Vincent staggered forward, trembling fingers slowly lifting the shroud. Crimson flooded his vision.

He tenderly brushed stray hairs from the woman’s face, voice choked with grief.

“Becky, are you playing a game with me? Wake up now, please?”

His fingertip grazed her icy wrist, making him flinch.

When his eyes traced the deep gash, an invisible fist clenched his heart-tighter, tighter-until agony stole his breath.

Rebecca, weren’t you always afraid of pain? Why would you do this?

Her lively eyes remained shut, unresponsive to his desperate pleas.

Vincent suddenly stood up, deliberately ignoring Rebecca’s cooling body. His bloodshot eyes locked on Frank as he roared, “Aren’t you supposed to be the best doctor! Fix her right now! If Rebecca isn’t healed, none of you will walk out of here unharmed!”

Frank stared back impassively. “She’s already dead.”

Dead!

The word jolted through Vincent’s entire frame.

He strode forward, grabbing Frank’s collar with murderous intent darkening his features.

“As the Walker family physician, I won’t tolerate that kind of talk. Fail to save her, and you won’t be breathing ei- ther.”

Every doctor and nurse in the corridor felt their hearts pound!

Had Mr. Walker lost his mind? No one could resurrect the dead! This was pure madness!

Frank’s voice remained steady. “Killing me won’t bring her back.”

Vincent’s face crumpled into raw grief, panic and helplessness flooding his eyes until he seemed utterly lost.

Releasing his grip, he slammed his head against the wall, laughing and crying, screaming “Impossible! Impossible!”

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until he spat blood and collapsed.

When Vincent woke again, daylight streamed through the windows.

He felt like he’d endured some horrific nightmare-one where his beloved Rebecca told him she’d never wait for him

again.

He gazed at the overcast sky outside the window, pulling the quilt tightly around himself, thinking it was fortunate that had only been a dream.

His phone showed an incoming call from Susan. The woman who used to be gentle and considerate now failed to spark any interest in him; even the ringtone faintly annoyed him.

Vincent felt as though he’d slept for ages, forgetting what he needed to do.

He kept pounding his head, trying to remember something.

The doctor walked in. “Mr. Walker, the baby…”

The baby…

Vincent abruptly raised his hand to cut off the doctor, slipped into his shoes, and murmured to himself with a curled lip, “Right, I remember now. Rebecca’s waiting at home. We finally have a child.”

The doctor stared at Vincent in confusion.

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