?Chapter 637:


    “Rachel, what’s happening?” Yvonne’s voice cut through the panic, her concern evident. Her worst fears were unfolding. She had been anxious all along, fearing Rachel’s health wouldn’t hold up under the pressure of the wedding. Despite recent improvements, these sudden attacks were always unpredictable.


    “Yvonne, I… I’m not feeling well. Please take Hector, Carol, and Jeffrey outside. I don’t want them to see me like this,” Rachel managed to say, her voice faint but insistent.


    “Alright,” Yvonne replied, her tone calm yet urgent as she quickly guided the others out of the room.


    Rachel let out a quiet, pained sigh when they were finally alone. Beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead, trailing down her face as she clenched her teeth against the difort.


    Yvonne’s concern deepened as she watched Rachel’s condition deteriorate. “Rachel, this is serious. You need medical attention; we have to go to the hospital,” she urged, her voice firm but gentle.


    Rachel reached out, grasping Yvonne’s hand with surprising strength. “Not today. I… I can hold on. I need to see this through; until the wedding is over,” she insisted, her voice trembling but unwavering.


    “But…” Yvonne began, only to be silenced as Rachel pulled her into a tight embrace.


    In Yvonne’s arms, the pain seemed to ease, its intensity fading to something more manageable. This time, fortune favored Rachel; the attack didn’t overwhelm herpletely, nor did it force her into unconsciousness.


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    As the pain ebbed and her body began to settle, Rachel’s voice broke the silence, soft but unwavering. “Yvonne, could you try calling him one more time for me?”


    Yvonne’s chest tightened as she thought of the day’s turmoil and Brian’s ring absence. A mix of heartache and anger swelled within her. “Even now, after all this, you’re still thinking about him? If he can’t even show up for his own grandma, we should just walk away. This whole wedding is a farce! Why would anyone want to marry such a jerk?”


    Rachel understood Yvonne’s frustration and reached out, her tone gentle yet firm. “This will be thest time I reach out. I just need to know, one way or another.”


    Yvonne was surprised when the call actually connected.


    The moment she heard Brian’s voice, she didn’t hesitate. “Brian White, you finally picked up! So, are you going through with the wedding or not? Just say it straight.”


    “Can you hand the phone to Rachel?” Brian’s voice was faint,cking his usual strength.


    Holding back her irritation, Yvonne brought the phone to Rachel’s ear.


    “Rachel, are you there?” His voice carried a sense of urgency.


    “I’m here. So… about the wedding, are we still—”


    Before she could finish, Brian cut in, saying, “Yes. Of course. Rachel, this day matters more than anything. I know I’ve got no excuses, but just give me ten minutes. I’ll be there—right in front of you. If I’m even a secondte, you can be mad at me all you want.”


    “Mad at you? Why would I do that?” Rachel looked at the clock. “It’s 10:55. If you’re not here by 11:05, don’t bothering at all.”


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