Chapter 1440:
“Please,” he said tightly. “He’s in critical condition. He came only to pray for Millie. That’s all. Move aside.”
Reluctantly, the crowd parted. Still, the shutter clicks were relentless. Photos leaked instantly, spreading across the internet like wildfire.
By the time Charles got him back, Myron was rushed to emergency care. A team was already waiting. After the procedure, he was brought to the same family waiting room next to Millie’s ICU room.
He remained unconscious, his face pale beneath the harsh fluorescent lights. Those present kept drifting between the bed where Myron lay and the room where Millie slept, their eyes shining with sorrow they could no longer conceal.
“It’s my fault,” Charles murmured, guilt weighing heavily in his voice. “I knew he would do anything right now. I should never have mentioned the church.”
Adriana shook her head gently. “It’s not your fault. It’s simply that… in these days, we have truly run out of choices.”
Jayceon suddenly broke into sobs. “If Millie doesn’t survive… what will my brother do?”
Silence fell like a heavy curtain. No one had an answer.
Time blurred in the quiet room until Myron finally stirred awake. His eyelids fluttered open, and he stared blankly at the pale ceiling, unsure of where he was. The sharp scent of disinfectant seeped into his senses, confirming what his body already knew—he was back in the hospital.
His memory returned slowly. The climb. The prayer. Did Millie…?
He attempted to sit up.
“Myron, please don’t frighten me,” Adriana cried, rushing to steady him, her eyes rimmed in red. “If you intend to move, at least tell us.”
Jayceon wiped his tear-streaked face, his shoulders quivering. Helga exhaled deeply, sadness etched into her features.
𝓒𝓸𝓹𝓲𝒓𝒊𝓰𝒉𝓉 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 at g𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗅𝓈.𝒄0m
Myron looked around, taking in the sterile room, the familiar faces, the fear that lived in their eyes. His gaze shifted toward Millie’s room, then back at the others.
“I’m sorry that I caused all of you worry,” he whispered.
After a moment, he added, voice low but steady, “I know I should be calm. I shouldn’t act recklessly.”
For years, he had been the family’s anchor—steady, composed, dependable. His mother, brother, and sister all leaned on him. He had been the one who held every crisis together.
But now… he felt none of that strength.
Perhaps every person had a breaking point, and his heart had now reached its limit. Everything inside him revolved around Millie. He wanted her to survive. No matter how foolish his actions appeared to others, he needed her to recover—and he wouldn’t hesitate to try anything to make that happen.
He simply could not lose her. Life without her felt incomplete, hollow, unbearable.
“Give me some time, alright?” Myron asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Myron…” Adriana’s cry trembled out of her, a plea wrapped in fear.
He kept staring at the blank white wall as if it offered answers. “I want to be alone with Millie for a while. Is that alright?”
The room fell into a hesitant pause. Everyone exchanged quiet glances, uncertainty moving between them like a shared burden. One by one, they stepped back.
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