Forsaken Until My Last Breath novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Vincent woke again, his head throbbing with a splitting headache.

Relief washed over Elizabeth’s face as she saw his eyes open. “Vincent, are you hurting anywhere else?”

“No. Sorry to worry you, Mom.”

Elizabeth shook her head. “Vincent, the doctor said your dizziness stems from overwhelming stress lately. You haven’t heeded my advice, have you?”

Vincent froze, then shot a frosty glance at the physician standing nearby. “Is that so?”

The doctor paled at Vincent’s expression-the CEO’s wrath far outweighed Elizabeth’s temper.

He hastily backtracked, “My skills are limited, Mr. Walker. I might’ve misdiagnosed.”

Elizabeth drew a slow breath, stating calmly, “Walker Private Medical Center’s standards have clearly slipped, hiring unqualified staff. Tender your resignation immediately.”

Though bitterness flooded his mouth, the doctor could only comply. As he exited, he faintly overheard Elizabeth or- dering an aide to summon Dr. Frank from the hospital.

“Resigned? Frank resigned?” Vincent demanded, disbelief sharpening his tone as his secretary reported.

The secretary confirmed, “His estate manager stated Dr. Frank returned to his hometown.”

Vincent frowned. Last time, after the fire at the White family estate, he’d punched Dr. Frank and docked his for

pay

months.

But knowing Frank for years, Vincent didn’t think he’d hold grudges over such things.

Seeing Vincent didn’t seem angry, the secretary handed over a medical chart and continued.

“This chart was wedged between Dr. Frank’s desk and the wall. I brought it when I saw Rebecca’s name on it.”

Vincent stared intently at the chart. Elizabeth, sitting quietly nearby, hadn’t expected the conversation to circle back to Rebecca and grew visibly unhappy.

Vincent’s grip tightened on the chart. He looked up at Elizabeth.

“Mom, I need rest. You’re tired too-head home early.”

Elizabeth wasn’t offended by her son’s dismissal. After all, Rebecca was just an urn of ashes now.

She decided not to press the issue.

After Elizabeth left, Vincent picked up the thin chart and began reading.

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After just one glance, his eyes narrowed sharply. Something felt wrong.

What kind of medical note used phrases like “might live longer”?

Vincent’s heart skipped a beat remembering how Rebecca had coughed up blood before him. Something unknown had quietly unfolded.

Vincent grabbed the medical record and rushed to Walker Private Medical Center, demanding all specialists collabo- rate on the analysis. Yet Frank’s notes followed his own shorthand-scattered clues in fragmented words offered no immediate insight.

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