Chapter 650
Chapter 650:
He had once found such notions ridiculous, but now he embraced their truth completely.
He had aggravated his own injury by insisting on accompanying Gabriela to see Myah. Yet Gabriela had carried only Wesley in her thoughts from beginning to end.
Here he sat, drowning in sentiment over that woman—if this wasn’t complete stupidity, what could it be?
Gabriela remained oblivious to Stewart’s thoughts.
𝖳𝗿e𝗻𝘥i𝗻𝗀 nоvе𝘭𝘴 о𝗻
She returned to the villa, collapsing onto the sofa in a stupor.
Truett had begun learning to walk, and with Farley’s support, he could manage several unsteady steps.
The little one stumbled toward Gabriela’s feet, wrapped his arms around her leg, and gazed up at her while making sounds.
His eyes sparkled with brightness and innocence.
Gabriela felt her nose burn with emotion.
This was Wesley’s child, yet he remained unaware. He was dying.
Gabriela shot to her feet suddenly.
No. She had to locate him and demand answers immediately!
“Farley, I’m stepping out briefly.” Gabriela spoke curtly to Farley, pressed a kiss to her son’s forehead, and marched outside.
Soon, she arrived at Wesley’s apartment.
Gabriela paused at the entrance before extending her hand toward the biometric scanner.
The door clicked open.
He had once sworn to remove her fingerprints, but that promise had proven to be another deception.
Gabriela pushed the door wide and entered slowly. She stepped into the living room.
Wesley was absent, undoubtedly consumed with work again.
Gabriela drifted through the apartment, remembering how she had once spent most of her time preparing meals for Wesley when they were together.
Wesley, a man who lacked romance, possessed a fierce temper and never articulated his feelings clearly, frequently wearing a frigid expression.
Yet, despite all those flaws, she had adored him completely.
Suddenly, Gabriela’s attention landed on the kitchen counter, where a hospital discharge document detailing critical health conditions rested.
The hospital had diagnosed Wesley with merely three months remaining to live. If Wesley insisted on leaving against medical advice, he had to sign a waiver accepting complete responsibility for the consequences.
The date was yesterday.
Gabriela read those few lines again and again, as though she couldn’t process their meaning.
She lost track of how much time elapsed.
The silent living room suddenly filled with approaching footsteps, and Wesley’s voice cut through the stillness.
“Why are you here p>
Still clutching the discharge papers, Gabriela whirled around at the sound of his voice.
Tears had already drenched her face, her emotions spilling over uncontrollably.
“You…” Wesley began, but his words got stuck in his throat.
Gabriela moved toward him slowly and lifted her arms to hold him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were dying p>
Wesley heard her anguished sobs, and pain flickered through his chest. But he hardened his expression and thrust her away without mercy.
His words cut like shards of glass. “Why would I burden you with that knowledge? What significance do you hold in my life p>
Gabriela stepped toward him again, her voice raw from weeping. “Wesley, regardless of what’s coming, I want to face it beside you p>
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