The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 77 The Next Time Might Be Her Last

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Ozzy, exhausted from the emergency procedures, relocated them to Strix Hospital. “How is she?” Nathaniel asked, gripping Ozzy’s arm tightly. “It’s not looking good. Her previous injuries haven’t fully healed, and now she’s developed a lung infection. I’m not certain she’ll survive the night,” Ozzy replied, a cold sweat trickling down his forehead. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website

past. And wasn’t she in a car accident before? I don’t know how much more she can take. Ms. Gomez’s situation is truly heartbreaking,” Ozzy said, his voice trembling slightly. He wasn’t worried about losing his job, though. If anything else happens to her,” he sighed, “no one will be able to save her.” Nathaniel stood there, his face ashen. “Mr. Morgan, perhaps you should change your clothes first. You can’t take care of others if you’re unwell,” Ozzy suggested. Nathaniel’s gaze hardened. When did I say I was going to take care of her? he thought

the data. With the new phone in hand, Nathaniel made his way to the entrance of Freya’s intensive care unit. It was already late, and visiting hours were over. Only one visitor at a time was allowed in the ICU, and they had to wear special antibacterial clothing. Nathaniel pushed aside the lunchbox Koen had given him; he had no appetite. He changed into the antibacterial clothing and entered the ICU. The constant beeping of the heart monitor and the hum of the ventilator filled the room,

that time. Even Ozzy, usually so cold and detached, had spoken up for her. Is this really my fault? Nathaniel realized he needed to dig deeper, to find out what had happened to

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