Chapter 1442:
“If I do this, the pain will go away faster,” she said softly, her words full of childlike hope.
Myron’s resolve finally crumbled. He pulled Ari into a tight embrace. She clung to him, her little arms circling his waist as if she never wanted to let go.
“Dad…” her voice wavered, muffled against his chest. “Do you think Mom will ever wake up?”
He could feel the wetness of Ari’s tears soaking through his shirt. A wave of emotion swept through Myron, almost too much to bear.
He wanted nothing more than to reassure her—to tell her that everything would be alright. But the words caught in his throat. On the other side of the glass, Millie remained motionless, oblivious to their grief.
Myron opened his mouth, searching for something, anything, to say, but in the end, he just closed his eyes. A silent tear slipped down his face. All he could do was hold Ari even tighter, rubbing her back in comfort as he stayed quiet.
Just outside the room, a wheelchair sat by the doorway. Brandon watched the heartbreaking scene from a distance, his eyes red and glossy.
Would Millie ever recover? The answer was out of anyone’s hands now.
Not long after, Myron came down with a high fever. His wounds hadn’t fully healed, and after spending hours kneeling his way up to the mountaintop in the pouring rain, he’d pushed his body way past its limit. The fever refused to break.
Still, Myron wouldn’t leave Millie’s side for even a moment. He insisted on remaining outside her room, no matter how much worse he felt.
Visitors streamed in throughout the days. Alexia and Giffard stopped by often, always checking in on both Millie and Myron. Nicole barely left the hospital, sitting for hours at a time, her eyes swollen from crying quietly for her daughter. Helga, Adriana, and Jayceon took turns standing watch, hoping for any sign of change. Charles, Egbert, Babette, and Sheridan came whenever they could, offering comfort and doing everything they could to help.
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“Myron, you’re running yourself into the ground. If Millie could see you now, she’d be heartbroken,” Helga said, her voice heavy with worry.
Adriana reached out gently. “She’d want you to look after yourself, Myron.”
Jayceon gave him a firm look. “You can’t let yourself fall apart. Millie wouldn’t want this for you. Please take care of your health.”
Ari’s plea was the hardest to ignore. “Dad, you have to get better… please.”
Everyone begged him to rest, to look after himself, but only Myron knew the depths of his struggle. Feverish and barely conscious, he kept seeing Millie right there beside him, smiling as if nothing had ever gone wrong. He couldn’t tell whether it was just a dream or if hope was playing tricks on his mind.
Days blurred together as he drifted in and out of fever.
One afternoon, loud voices echoed from the hallway.
“He’s still running a fever; telling him now won’t help anything. Let me handle it.”
“We can’t put this off any longer! It’s been more than a week, and everyone’s on edge. If we don’t fix this soon, the company’s going to collapse!”
“But he’s in no shape…”
Leaning against the wall for support, Myron slowly made his way to the door. He found Taylor and Jayceon standing outside.
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