Chapter 376
Chapter 376:
The signed and sealed consent form declared in bold print: “I willingly donate my corneas and body to medical institutions.” Allan’s signature sprawled across the bottom.
Something struck Gabriela like lightning.
Myah murmured, “Gabriela, why did you stop? What did you find p>
Gabriela slipped the paper into her pocket, her movements quiet and deliberate. “Nothing p>
She gathered Allan’s remaining belongings with trembling hands, then turned to face Myah. “Keep that wound dry. I’ll check on you tomorrow p>
“Of course p>
Gabriela then approached Delia. “Watch over her these next few days. Please p>
Delia nodded without hesitation. “You have my word p>
Stewart drove Gabriela home through empty streets. Neither spoke. The silence stretched between them like a taut wire.
Her phone buzzed halfway home. Wesley’s name flashed on the screen.
Orgаոі𝗓𝖾 уo𝗎𝘳 𝘭𝘪b𝗿а𝗿𝗒 𝗈𝗻
“Will you come tonight?” His voice carried that familiar expectation.
“I can’t make time today, Mr. Moss. I’m sorry p>
She ended the call before he could respond.
Stewart’s eyes found hers in the rearview mirror.
She leaned her forehead against the cool window, city lights painting shadows across her skin. Her expression vanished behind those shifting patterns of light and dark.
The woman who usually blazed with energy now looked completely drained.
Wesley knew nothing of her exhaustion. He only understood how to consume her warmth, how to bask in the joy she brought him. Stewart believed Wesley didn’t deserve her devotion.
His knuckles whitened against the steering wheel. His throat constricted before he finally broke the silence. “I learned about Wesley’s hospital treatment over four years ago. The Moss family mobilized half the city searching for a compatible heart p>
Gabriela straightened like she’d been struck. “What exactly are you suggesting p>
“Allan registered as an organ donor. What if the Moss family discovered his information somehow p>
Her frown deepened into fury. “Don’t make wild accusations without evidence p>
Stewart hadn’t anticipated such fierce resistance, especially her instinctive defense of Wesley.
The reaction stung more than he’d expected.
Bitter thoughts consumed him. Wesley had suffered heart failure five years ago. The world’s finest doctors had delivered their grim verdict: conservative treatment was his only option. Death had been inevitable.
Wesley should have died five years ago. Stewart had known Gabriela first. How dare Wesley compete for her affections?
Stewart’s composure finally cracked. “I’m stating facts. Why does that upset you p>
Gabriela gave him nothing but silence.
Her mind drifted to those secret hospital visits after Allan’s accident, after his heart had found its way into Wesley’s chest.
She hadn’t known Wesley then, but she’d believed him worthy of Allan’s final gift. She’d trusted Wesley was a good man.
Now the possibility of conspiracy loomed before her. The thought was suffocating in its horror.
Once the car arrived at her place, Gabriela climbed out without a word.
Stewart called after her, “Gabriela, everything I said was true p>
She turned back, her voice steady despite the turmoil behind her eyes. “Promise me you won’t mention any of this to Myah. Whatever you believe happened p>
“You have my word p>
Despite her attempts to maintain faith in Wesley, sleep brought no peace. Each night, Allan’s broken body haunted Gabriela’s dreams. Blood pooled around him in her memory, and his dying words echoed: his willingness to donate his heart to save a stranger’s life.
The images pursued her even into nightmares. Allan appeared again and again, soaked in crimson.
She avoided Wesley for days, refusing even their weekend arrangements at his condo. The distance felt necessary, though it solved nothing.
Wesley sensed the shift immediately.
Gabriela had always worried about his heart condition. She’d always yielded the moment he feigned illness.
But now, even his practiced displays of vulnerability met with polite excuses and firm refusals.
“I’m swamped here, Mr. Moss. Call your doctor instead p>
The line went dead before he could protest.
Wesley stared at the darkened screen, his reflection ghostlike in the black glass.