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…

blurred together—things he neither

did it have to be Rachel?

to take

pushed him to find a job, to stand

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did, that she might not be around to look after him much

over, in an endless cycle of grief. No one was there to comfort him—he could

soft glow of morning filtered through the curtains, Rachel’s eyes fluttered

still, her lashes trembled as she forced her

keeping a silent vigil by her side, jolted upright. “Rachel,” he called gently,

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

her lips—weak but enough to ease the storm raging

out, his voice filled