Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 857:

It seemed like she was trapped in a nightmare, constantly apologizing, her face etched with deep pain.

“Doctor, what should we do?”

“She’s probably having a bad dream. Hold her hand and talk to her. Once the dream passes, she’ll feel better.”

“Jeffrey, it’s my fault I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye.” Tears streamed down Rachel’s face.

Brian felt a sharp pain in his heart. He reached out, gently wiping away her tears and softly cleaning her face with warm water.

But as soon as he wiped them away, more tears flowed.

Over and over, her eyes swelled and became so red that they were barely recognizable.noveldrama

Brian had no choice but to hold her hand and pretend to be Jeffrey. “Rachel, I’m Jeffrey. You’re the best sister ever. When I left, I felt calm and painless.”

Rachel seemed to hear his words. Her furrowed brows softened as she stopped struggling.

“I never blamed you. My greatest wish is for you to live in peace, health, and happiness. There are many places I never got to see, many things I didn’t do. I want to help people like me. Rachel, will you help me make that wish come true?”

Brian’s soothing words worked wonders. Rachel finally fell into a peaceful sleep.

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But in the middle of the night, her fever returned, and her body flushed red again.

Brian was terrified. He quickly sent Ronald the details of her location while hurriedly preparing fever medicine for Rachel. She was barely conscious, too weak to speak or respond, unable to swallow properly.

With no other option, Brian had to carefully administer the medicine to her, feeding it to her little by little through mouth-to-mouth. It took him more than ten tries to get the small bowl of liquid into her.

Later, he grabbed a wet towel and gently placed it on her forehead, trying to cool her down.

Her lips were pale, almost colorless, so he dipped a cotton swab into water and carefully moistened them, hoping it would bring her some comfort.

As morning came, Brian touched her forehead and noticed her fever had completely gone.

Rachel, now feeling better, turned over and slept more peacefully. She looked so vulnerable, so helpless, and defenseless.

Brian gently brushed her hair away from her forehead, his heart heavy with concern. “Rachel, I’m happy you made it through. You probably don’t want to see me anymore. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you.”

A few minutes later, he heard noise coming from downstairs. When he went down, Yvonne, Natalia, and Allan were already there, waiting for him.

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