The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 353

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.

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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.

Signing the notice of critical illness was part of the procedure.

the paper but did not move to accept it. “Sir, please sign on the paper,” the doctor

must be incompetent. I don’t believe a single

doctor was no stranger

than good, and the process would take up precious time that

deepest condolences,” the doctor

on the brink of insanity. He

hospital, Lionel slumped against the wall outside the emergency room. His legs had given away,

his hands, the residual warmth seeping into his cold bones.

before. It was like a black

brotherly care. Lionel had tried to dismiss the thought whenever it surfaced in the past,

red light above the doors to the operating theatre

feet and waited

theatre with a frown on his face. He passed Lionel a piece of paper with the words “Notice

not in good condition. The poison has entered her veins, so even if we proceed with a stomach pump, the odds are not looking

dropped a bomb on him. There was a ringing in his ears as the world around him swirled, and it took

notice of critical illness was part of the

move to accept it. “Sir, please sign on the paper,” the

all of a sudden. “You’re spouting nonsense! Lia is perfectly fine; it’s impossible that you can’t save her! You must be incompetent. I don’t believe a single word you say! I’m going

doctor was no stranger

do more harm than good, and the process

deepest condolences,” the

up if you utter another word! Do you hear me?” Lionel was on the brink of

your head on, you would know that the wise thing to do is

loosened up as he slowly let go of the crumpled

a trance, Lionel shuffled toward the