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Chapter 505
Chapter 505:
“Sell them!” Susan shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at the pile of luxury goods, her voice fracturing with hysteria. “Call the black market dealers! Call the pawnbrokers! Get whatever cash you can for all of it p>
Richard stared at the heap of bags and jewelry. A wave of nauseating humiliation washed over him. He was a Wall Street executive. He had been untouchable. And now he was reduced to hawking his daughter’s used handbags just to keep the lights on.
His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone and began dialing the numbers of the shady luxury resellers he had always sworn he would never associate with.
Cole did not leave the hospital.
His feet moved mechanically, carrying him away from the maternity ward and down the long, sterile corridors. His mind was a chaotic blur of exhaustion and self-loathing. He didn’t realize where his body was taking him until he stepped off the elevator and found himself facing the heavy wooden doors of the VIP psychiatric wing.
The hallway was momentarily empty. A nurse had called Vera away to the main station to sign a stack of release forms, leaving the door unguarded for a few precious, dangerous minutes.
Cole stopped outside a specific door. He knew she was in there.
His heart began to hammer violently against his ribs. His palms were slick with sweat. He felt like a criminal standing outside the scene of his own crime.
He stood there for five agonizing minutes. He knew he shouldn’t go in. He knew his presence was poison to her. But the desperate, clawing need to see her — to confirm with his own eyes that she was actually breathing — overrode every last ounce of his logic.
Cole reached out. His hand was shaking so badly he could barely grip the metal handle.
𝖲𝗮𝗏𝘦 𝘆𝗈𝗎𝗿 𝘧𝘢𝗏𝗼r𝘪t𝗲 𝗇ov𝖾𝗅𝘀 o𝗻.с𝗈𝗆
He turned it with agonizing slowness, making sure the latch didn’t click. He pushed the door open just enough to slip through and stepped inside.
The room was bathed in the soft, dim glow of a single amber wall sconce.
June lay in the center of the hospital bed.
Cole stopped breathing.
The sedatives had pulled her into a deep, unnatural sleep. She lay perfectly still on her back, her face turned slightly toward the light.
He took a slow, silent step closer, his leather shoes making no sound on the linoleum. He stopped beside the bed and looked down at her, and the pain in his chest became unbearable.
Her face was gaunt. The soft, healthy flush she used to carry was entirely gone, replaced by a sickly, translucent pallor. Her cheekbones jutted sharply. But it was the thick white gauze bandage wrapped around the side of her neck that shattered him completely.
He stared at it. He could still see the bright red blood welling over the edge of the crystal shard. He had put that glass in her hand. He had driven her to the absolute limit of human endurance.
His gaze moved to her hands, resting on top of the white blanket — thin, the skin stretched tight over her knuckles, the back of her hand bruised purple around the IV needle.