Chapter 1564:

“Torin, abandon your delusion. Elena belongs to Wesley, and their love stands unshakable. Accept reality and leave Klathe. Plus, you hurt her brother today—will she forgive you or yearn to see you dead?”

With that scornful decree, she strode away.

A storm gathered in Torin’s expression, the cigarette burning down unnoticed, ash scattering from his fingers.

When Lydia reached the rose garden, she lingered. It was the garden Torin had planted for Elena alone. Her mouth curved in a mocking smile, her eyes laced with disdain. That a man like Torin could harbor romantic feelings toward a woman was almost laughable. For all his vile acts, he still dreamt she might return his feelings. What foolishness.

Karma had found him—ensnared by a love forever out of reach. He cultivated roses and drowned himself in fantasy, a willing prisoner of his own illusion.

“Has he regained consciousness?” Jolie’s anxious voice trembled as she questioned the doctor.

Alexander drew her close, bracing her against his arm as though her grief might cause her to collapse entirely.

The doctor’s tone was steady.

“The patient has not yet awoken, but the danger has passed. By tomorrow, he might wake up. Mr. Harper, Mrs. Harper, there is no need for overt concern.”

Relief rippled through Jolie, her heart loosening from the vice that had gripped it since the hospital’s call, when profound worries had threatened to choke her breath away.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲: g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺

The doctor inclined his head to Alexander.

“It is my duty. I will take my leave.”

The Harper family had lingered in sterile halls for hours already. Seeing Jolie falter, Alexander scooped her into his arms.

“The caregivers will remain here. Let’s return and come back at dawn.”

Though Jolie longed to stay at her son’s side, Alexander’s firm tone allowed no debate as he added, “You look unwell. What if you collapse? Trust me—Jeffry is surrounded by doctors and nurses. He is safe.”

Jolie surrendered to his insistence and departed with him.

Moments later, Elena and Wesley arrived at the hospital, just as Alexander’s and Jolie’s steps faded.

Elena examined Jeffry with her own eyes—his injuries, though serious, had missed his heart, and medical care had stabilized him. Time and rest would restore him.

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