Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 569:

To their surprise, it was Tracy who spoke up for Rachel. “Please let her in. It won’t hurt anyone to let her see Brian, even for just a few minutes.”

Rachel was allowed into the room.noveldrama

Brian was fast asleep. Unwilling to disturb his rest, Rachel padded quietly across the room and sat by his bed.

At the doorway, Debby stared at Tracy, doubtful. “Are you out of your mind for letting her inside?”

“Do you know what truly breaks a person?” Tracy’s eyes narrowed with intent. “It’s watching their dreams crumble slowly before them, leaving them in sheer despair and excruciating pain.”

Debby gave a slow nod. “Good point. I’ll leave this in your hands.”

With a contented smile, Tracy took her time, not rushing to enter the room.

Inside, Rachel had been waiting for thirty minutes when Brian stirred awake.

“Tracy?” His voice was groggy as he mistook a silhouette at the window for her, recalling from memory.

At his voice, Rachel turned and approached.

Brian pushed himself up slightly, studying her with a deep look.

“Need a drink? I’ll get you some water.”

Taking his silence as agreement, Rachel quickly fetched the water and brought it to him.

However, Brian turned his head away, saying bluntly, “Where’s Tracy? Get her for me.”

“I’m here to assist with anything you need.”

“Is that certain?”

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗈𝗺

“Completely certain.”

Brian gestured toward the bathroom. “Okay, I need help with my shower now.”

“Now?” Rachel’s disbelief was evident.

“What, is there a problem?”

“No, it’s just that you’ve only just awakened, and your injuries haven’t fully healed. It might be risky to expose them to water at this point.”

“That doesn’t concern you. Besides…” Brian’s eyes fixed on her intently.

“You haven’t exactly been concerned about my health before, right?”

“That’s not true, I…” Rachel started to defend herself, but he interrupted her abruptly.

“I need to undress now. Are you able to assist or not?”

Rachel tightened her grip, her emotions conflicted. Reflecting on everything she and Jeffrey had endured together, she ultimately conceded. “Alright, I’ll help.”

“Good,” Brian responded.

He reached out his hand, which she cautiously accepted. Summoning her strength, she carefully supported him as they made their way to the bathroom. Inside, she managed to remove his shirt and pants. Yet, when it came to his underwear, she hesitated, her resolve faltering.

“If you’re unable to do it, just leave,” Brian said coldly.

A flush crept over Rachel’s cheeks; she was determined not to back down. “I can handle it.”

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