By the time Allen arrived at the operating room, a crowd of medical staff had already gathered.
Allen shoved his way through without a word, his bloodshot eyes wild with panic. I had never seen him lose control like that before. It was a pity, though–the first time he truly showed his emotions for me was after I had already drawn my last breath.
For years, I had wished I could stir his heart the way Sadie did. And now, after all those years of longing, I finally had my answer.
But it was too late.
He stopped in front of the operating table and reached out to lift the white cloth covering my face. But his hand froze midway.
The assistant, struggling against a heavy heart, handed him my medical records. “Mr. Jones, you should see this for yourself.”
A single tear splashed onto the paper as he flipped through the pages, his hands trembling more with each turn.
After a long silence, his voice broke, hoarse and fragile. “How did this happen? Why did no one tell me she had cancer?”
The medical staff, stunned by the sight of his anguish, wished they could disappear. None of them dared to speak.
“Mr. Jones,” the assistant ventured cautiously, “there were wounds on her body. It looks like someone brought her in for surgery before she died. I haven’t had time to investigate the details, but something doesn’t add up. Two days ago, she even asked me to
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help her prepare an anniversary gift for you. She planned to spend the day with you—this sudden accident doesn’t make sense. I
suspect…”
“Someone killed her?” Allen’s voice turned icy.
His fingers clenched around the medical records, knuckles white with tension. “Find out everything. How did she get to the hospital? Who took her to the operating room? I want answers. Every detail. Whoever harmed Mia–I won’t let them go.”
Without waiting for a reply, he ripped the cloth away, revealing my pale, lifeless face. The moment his eyes fell on me, his composure shattered. Tears slipped free, falling without restraint. He gathered my cold body into his arms, trembling as he held
me close.
“Mia, I’m here. I’ve come to take you home.” His voice cracked under the weight of grief. “Let’s go home, all right? I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t have been angry with you. It’s all my fault.”
In all the years I had known him, I had never heard him speak so softly. He stroked my hair over and over, oblivious to the blood
stains that smeared his hands. Nothing else seemed to matter now.
“Leave us,” he ordered quietly. “I want to be alone with Mia for a while.”
Then, as if remembering something, his gaze sharpened. “Where is the doctor who performed Mia’s surgery? Bring them to me. And from this moment on, no one is allowed to enter or leave this hospital until I have the truth.”
The assistant swiftly led the medical staff away, leaving the operating room eerily silent.
In the end, only the two of us remained.
Allen carefully tied up my hair, his fingers lingering with a tenderness I had never known from him. But as he unfastened the surgical gown, his entire body went rigid.
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