Chapter 1453
Chapter 1453:
She sat there, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that had happened at the Mendoza family villa. If only she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have argued with Marcel.
But it was too late. Elena was lying in a hospital bed, her condition uncertain. Anika didn’t know when her mother would wake up—or whether she would wake up at all.
The thought pressed down on her chest, feeding her growing despair.
She reached for her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found Annabel’s number. Then she dialed.
“Hello p>
The familiar voice on the other end made Anika’s tears surge again. She whimpered, sounding like a wounded animal.
“Anika, what happened? Why are you crying?” Annabel asked anxiously.
“Annabel…” Anika sniffled, her voice choked with tears. “My mother is sick. The doctor said she might end up in a vegetative state p>
As she spoke, her tears soaked into the bedsheet beneath her.
“How could this happen?” Annabel’s voice was filled with disbelief.
“It’s all my fault,” Anika sobbed. “I shouldn’t have made her worry p>
Annabel quickly checked her watch. “Don’t cry. Wait for me. I’m coming right now p>
Without wasting another second, Annabel ended the call and immediately booked a flight to Newfort.
After rushing to the hospital, Annabel went in and found Anika still crying.
Her heart tightened as she approached, patted Anika’s shoulder, and tried to comfort her. “Don’t worry. Maybe the doctor’s diagnosis is wrong. Your mother is strong. She’ll recover p>
Anika nodded, but after a moment she started crying again, covering her face with trembling hands.
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“If you need to cry, then cry,” Annabel whispered as she held her. “It’s okay to let it out. Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out p>
“How can this be resolved?” Anika lifted her head to look at Annabel, her eyes filled with desperation.
Annabel met her gaze steadily. “Don’t forget who I am p>
Annabel’s confident grin soothed Anika’s turmoil. How could she forget? Annabel was an exceptional doctor.
And if all else failed, they still had Chayce to ask for help.
The thought eased Anika slightly. She wiped her tears and led Annabel to her mother’s hospital room.
The room was eerily quiet, broken only by the steady drip of the IV, a sound that carried a chilling sense of mortality.
“Is it really possible?” Anika asked, staring at Annabel—the only person she could rely on now.
“Trust me p>
Annabel stepped to Elena’s bedside. With a grave expression and furrowed brows, she gently lifted Elena’s eyelids and then pressed along the acupoints on her hand.