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Chapter 661 Not One, but Two Lives Lost

Chapter 661 Not One, but Two Lives Lost

It was late at night, and snow began to fall. The large, fluffy snowflakes appeared eager to blanket the scene of the fire. When Joseph arrived at the hospital, a few snowflakes landed on his long eyelashes, softening his typically sharp gaze. His eyes held a glimmer of moisture, revealing an uncharacteristic absence of aggression and a touch of sorrow.

Lucas struggled to find the words to say. His voice trembled with emotion. "Sir, Ms. Chloe…is gone."

"What do you mean ‘gone?’"

"Ms. Chloe had an accident at the mansion. She fell and was immediately brought to the hospital. The doctors discovered severe internal bleeding. While they were performing the surgery, a fire broke out. And despite their efforts, they couldn't save the baby or her..."

Joseph froze, his senses dulled by the weight of the news. It felt as if darkness had enveloped him, robbing him of sight. He could not see the figures before him or the path stretching ahead. All he could hear was the haunting echo of Lucas' words—Chloe was gone.

After just one night away, everything had turned into a nightmare. Chloe had been perfectly fine when he left...

his nostrils, intensifying his anguish. The thought of Chloe being engulfed in those flames filled him with dread. His eyes reddened and his face contorted with grief that unnerved the firefighters

the patient? This is all we could find of her remains. The fire was too intense, and retrieving

and held it in his hands. A metallic

get you a doctor?" the firefighter expressed

and rushed into the ravaged operating room. Chaos reigned within. All the equipment

disheveled appearance, Joseph frantically scoured every corner, desperately hoping to find any shred of

radiant, it has now lost its original luster. He knelt, retrieved the diamond ring, and carefully

the ring, treasuring it like a precious gem. Joseph

comfort would fall

Joseph's hands, and a sense of foreboding crept over her. The hairs on the back of her

"Where’s Coco?"

tried to form the words. "There was