?Chapter 684:
As the ambnce sped away, Rachel’s eyes were closed, her body slipping into unconsciousness, her breath shallow and ragged.
Brian, despite his injuries, remained resolute, refusing to leave her side. His hand stayed firmly sped around hers; his gaze locked onto her face as if willing her to wake up. No one could persuade him to move, not even the doctors or paramedics. His entire being seemed anchored to her, and for a brief moment, it felt as though time itself hade to a halt.
It wasn’t until Rachel was wheeled into the emergency room that Brian finally released her hand, his fingers lingering for a split second as though unable to let go.
Barely half an hourter, the doctor emerged, his expression grim and heavy with sorrow. “I’m afraid the situation is extremely critical,” he began, his voice low, carrying a weight of finality. “She’s in the advanced stages of kidney failure. Both of her kidneys have stopped workingpletely. Even without the gunshot wound, her condition was already dire. Now, with the additional injury, her chances are slim. You should prepare yourself. If there are any family members, now is the time to contact them to say their goodbyes.”
The finality of the doctor’s words hit Brian like a blow. His heart sank, and his body went cold. Desperation filled his voice as he leaned in, almost pleading. “Please, is there nothing we can do? Is there any way to save her?”
The doctor’s response was a soft, regretful shake of his head. “Even if we manage to stabilize her from the gunshot wound, without a suitable kidney donor, there’s no chance of survival. The transnt is the only solution.”
“Save her, please!” Brian’s voice was filled with desperation, his grip tightening on the doctor’s arm. His eyes, wide with fear and determination, searched the doctor’s face for any hint of hope. “You have to wake her up. I’ll take care of everything else—just don’t let her slip away.”
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The doctor, his expression somber yet resolute, nodded slowly. “We’ll do all we can. Stay strong.”
Hours seemed to stretch on endlessly as Brian paced restlessly, his mind consumed with worry. Finally, after what seemed like an endless wait, the doctor emerged from the emergency room. His expression, while calm, carried a weight of truth. “The surgery was sessful,” he said quietly. “She’s stable for now.”
Hearing the doctor’s words, Brian felt a wave of relief wash over him. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to exhale.
In the sterile quiet of the room, Brian moved toward Rachel, each step deliberate, as if approaching her fragile form could somehow bring her closer to life. His hand, which had held hers countless times before, now gently brushed her face as if she were a delicate treasure, something he had nearly lost forever.
Brian whispered her name, his voice thick with emotion. He kissed her fingers, each word an aching confession. “I’ve been such a fool in this life. I hurt you; I failed you. I didn’t protect you the way I should have.” His voice broke, raw with regret. “If we get another chance—if there’s a next life—please don’t stay angry with me. Let me show you the love I should have given you all along.” He kissed her hand again, his tears falling steadily onto her skin as his heart shattered further with each whispered word. “I know I’ve broken my promises more times than I can count, but this time, I swear I will keep every word I say. No more mistakes, no more lies. Just… please…”
With a trembling hand, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. His fingers shook as he opened it, revealing the ring that had long been intended for her. He ced it gently on her finger, his voice a mere whisper, yet filled with all the sincerity of a lifetime. “Rachel, I love you. More than words can ever express. Please, don’t leave me. I’ll spend every moment of my life trying to make it right.”
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