Chapter 388
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388–Lifeless In My Arms
Ron:
I lifted my grandmother and rushed toward the car. One thought kept repeating in my mind. How could this happen?
Just a short while ago, she had been completely fine. Every time she coughed and vomited, my breathing felt tighter.
“Grandma, please, just hold on a little longer. We are almost at the hospital,” I told her, holding her close.
I kept my arms wrapped around her.
“Drive faster,” I shouted at the driver.
Every single second mattered.
“Listen, I do not think I can handle this pain,” my Grandma murmured in a very faint voice, then added, “but remember, I am very, very proud of you p>
Her words reached deep inside me. I hugged her even tighter.
“Do not say things like that. You will stay with me. Today, tomorrow, every morning, every day,” I replied firmly. “We are almost there,” I said, trying to sound hopeful.
“Grandma, look, we have reached the hospital,” I urged, quickly taking her hand and giving it a gentle shake.
However, I noticed that she had stopped coughing completely. My heart started to shake, and I could not pull her away from my arms.
As soon as the car stopped in the parking lot, I had to move her away from me. When I
if she were asleep, her face calm and still.
, I saw her lying there as
I was still in the back seat, holding my grandmother close, when I heard the driver speak. He kept his voice low while talking to the warrior who had come with us.
“I do not think she is alive,” he told him.
The words hit my ears, and I grunted loudly as I turned toward him.
“She is fine. She is alive,” I yelled, my hands curling into fists behind my grandmother’s back.
I looked down at her, leaning closer.
‘Grandmother, please wake up,” I begged, my voice breaking. “They think you are dead, but I know you are not. You would not leave me like this. I know you. You would never do this to me. We have just started living our life. Please, you have to wake up p>
My shoulders began to shake as tears spilled down my cheeks. My breathing turned shallow and uneven. Before anyone could stop me, I pushed the door open and lifted her into my arms.
I stepped out of the car and carried her toward the hospital entrance. I tried to keep my grip steady, but my body was shaking, and I feared dropping her. The bright lights inside burned my eyes as I looked around, my head turning anxiously from one side to the other.
I need a doctor ” 1 called out in a raw voice.
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Staff rushed toward me, their faces serious as they took in the situation. Hands reached for her, and someone gently held me back.
“We will take her and see what we can do,” one of the doctors replied, patting my shoulder.
I knew why they were being so careful with me, because I was an alpha.
As they moved her away from my arms, my hands lingered in the air. My fingers curled as if still holding on to her. My knees felt weak, and tears kept blurring my vision as she disappeared from my sight.
They took my grandmother inside, but I stayed outside, my back pressed against the wall, my head lowered, my hands covering my face.
My shoulders shook as quiet sobs slipped out of me, no matter how hard I tried to stop them.
Tears soaked into my sleeves as I took a few unsteady steps, then stopped again.
My chest heaved with uneven breaths.
Every second dragged on.
The hallway was too bright, painfully so, for someone who felt dull deep inside.
I wiped my face with a trembling hand, but the tears kept falling as I waited for the doctor to come out and tell me what had happened, fearing the answer while needing it at the same time.
I reached into my jacket pocket to grab my phone and call Yuvonne.
I needed her by my side at that moment.
Instead, my fingers brushed against a cold glass bottle.
I frowned as I pulled it out.
I stood there staring at the bottle in my hand, my fingers tightening around the cold glass.
The word printed at the top of the bottle caught my attention.
Poison.
Seeing it made me uneasy.
My brows pulled together as I tilted the bottle, turning it slowly as if the answer might appear if I looked long enough.
It was an empty bottle, but I could tell poison had once been inside it. A few droplets still clung to the glass.
My throat felt dry. When I swallowed, I felt as if I was swallowing needles down my throat.
Why would poison be in my jacket?
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.