Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 678:

When he arrived, the doctor looked up from his files. “Are you Rachel’s family?”

Jeffrey swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. “Yes. I’m her brother.”

“Does she have any other relatives?”

Jeffrey shook his head with determination. “I’m the only one she has.” The doctor hesitated for a moment, then adjusted his glasses and sighed. In the end, he chose to tell the truth.

Thirty minutes later, Jeffrey rushed out of the doctor’s office and ran straight to the stairwell.

In the dim, damp stairwell, where no one could see him, he finally let go. His shoulders shook as he broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

Kidney failure… Cancer…

that, the medical terms blurred together—things he neither understood nor wanted

to be Rachel? Why was fate so

always told him to take care of

to find

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long before he did, that she might not be around to look after

endless cycle of grief. No one was there to comfort him—he

filtered through the curtains, Rachel’s

her lashes trembled as she forced her heavy eyelids

her side, jolted upright. “Rachel,” he called gently, his voice

caught a sliver of light. Slowly, her vision adjusted until she could make out the familiar features of her

at her lips—weak but enough to ease the

blurted out, his voice filled