A Cue for Love (Natalie and Samuel)

Chapter 353 Just A Sister

At the hospital, Lionel slumped against the wall outside the emergency room. His legs had given away, and his eyes had glazed over in shock.

Blood covered both his hands, the residual warmth seeping into his cold bones. He trembled uncontrollably as his entire being succumbed to fear.

The terror he felt at that moment was like nothing he had experienced before. It was like a black hole that loomed over him, ready to engulf him at any given time.

The fear was beyond just worry for his sister’s life. A more sinister concern lurked beneath what was meant to be brotherly care. Lionel had tried to dismiss the thought whenever it surfaced in the past, but now, it haunted him every second. Is Lia really just a sister to me?

The red light above the doors to the operating theatre turned off.

Lionel scrambled to his feet and waited anxiously for the doctor.

The doctor exited the operating theatre with a frown on his face. He passed Lionel a piece of paper with the words “Notice of Critical Illness” written in bold at the top of the page.

“You’re the patient’s family, aren’t you? Please sign on this paper. The patient is not in good condition. The poison has entered her veins, so even if we proceed with a stomach pump, the odds are not looking good for her. It’d be best if you could prepare yourself to say goodbye. Treasure your last moments together,” the doctor announced grimly.

Lionel felt like someone had dropped a bomb on him. There was a ringing in his ears as the world around him swirled, and it took a long while before he snapped back to his senses.

critical illness was part

at the paper but did not move to accept it. “Sir, please sign

spouting nonsense! Lia is perfectly fine; it’s impossible that you can’t save her! You must be incompetent. I don’t believe a single word you say! I’m going to transfer Lia to another hospital, and I’ll find a doctor that actually

was no stranger

the

the doctor said

me?” Lionel was on the brink of insanity. He clutched

would know that the wise thing

His fingers loosened up as he

Lionel shuffled toward the intensive care

Her eyes were shut tight as if

“Lia…”

on her face reminded Lionel of when

a quiet sleeper—a cherub that was

sprouted and budded, its roots reaching into the depths of

was awake and aware of my feelings, would she find me