When Daniel reached the hospital, all he could hear were the heart-wrenching cries echoing down the corridor.
He stopped abruptly, a wave of dread rising in his chest.
It felt as if—suddenly, everything had spun wildly out of control.
Aurora.
He strode toward the emergency room.
The doors stood wide open. A heavy sense of foreboding settled over him.
Will approached quietly. “Mrs. Grace Quinn has passed away.”
Muffled sobs came from nearby. Eleanor pressed a hand to her mouth, her eyes rimmed red. “Grandma…”
Mrs. Quinn had her arms around her, grief etched deep in every line of her face.
Daniel didn’t spare them a glance. He walked straight into the emergency room.
Mrs. Quinn wiped at her tears and gave Eleanor a gentle push.
Eleanor hurried after Daniel.
Inside, Nora was kneeling on the cold tile floor, clutching the old woman’s hand, her body wracked with sobs.
Grandma… There was no one left to love her anymore.
Under the harsh fluorescent lights, Nora looked like she might shatter at any moment.
Daniel knelt down beside her, his own hands trembling.
The loss had come so suddenly, so brutally.
He spoke softly, trying to comfort her. “Aurora, you need to stay calm.”
“You’re pregnant, remember?”
Pregnant?
Nora… pregnant?
Eleanor froze, her gaze dropping sharply to Nora’s stomach, a strange glint flickering in her eyes.
“Grandma,” Eleanor suddenly blurted out, dropping to her knees beside the bed.
Only then did Nora realize Eleanor had entered the room.
Strength surged through her fragile body, fueled by anger. She glared at Eleanor, voice cold and venomous. “Get out. I don’t want you here.”
Don’t let Grandma’s last moments be disturbed.



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