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.

notice of critical illness was part of the

at the paper but did not move to

You must be incompetent. I don’t believe a

doctor was no stranger to

and the process would take up precious

condolences,” the doctor said

Lionel was on the brink of

still have your head on, you would know that the wise thing to do is to keep the patient company in her last moments instead of

His fingers loosened up as

Lionel shuffled

hospital bed in a coma. Her eyes were shut tight as

“Lia…”

expression on her face reminded

sleeper—a cherub that was

for Lia sprouted and budded, its roots reaching into the depths of his

of