Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 865:

Drooping helplessly, unable to speak, struggling for breath. The thought was unbearable.

Tears filled her eyes, and she bit her lip, fighting to keep them at bay—but the dam finally broke, and they spilled over.

Fate was merciless.

“When did Allan first show symptoms? How long has this been going on?” Rachel’s voice cracked as she pressed for more.

Alban’s voice grew somber as he answered. “It started three years ago. Before he met you, he began experiencing muscle weakness. The medication helped manage it for a while, and he remained stable. But recently, the meds haven’t been as effective, and his condition has worsened.”

Rachel’s gaze fell to the fork on the table, her mind racing. “So, the reason he dropped the fork today… it was because of this?”

“Yes,” Alban confirmed quietly.

The weight of the truth crashed down on Rachel, and she could no longer hold herself together.

She rushed over to Allan, her hands trembling as she gripped his arm. “Allan, we need to get you treated right now. If we can’t find the help we need here, we’ll go abroad—anywhere. I’ll be by your side, no matter what.”

Her voice broke as she spoke, the panic and helplessness evident in her words. Allan, struggling to maintain composure, gently took her hand.

With great effort, he spoke softly, his voice filled with pain. “Rachel, listen to me. I’ve already undergone all the necessary tests. There’s no miracle cure for this. We can’t just chase after any treatment in a panic.”

Tears streamed down Rachel’s face as she looked at him desperately. “Am I supposed to just stand by and watch you waste away? Watch you die?” Unable to hold back any longer, she shouted, her body shaking with fear and helplessness.

After letting her emotions spill over, Rachel instantly regretted her outburst.

She reached for Allan, wrapping her arms around him as guilt flooded her voice.noveldrama

“I’m sorry, Allan. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Please, forgive me. I just—” Her throat tightened painfully, and she could barely get the words out. “I just can’t accept this.”

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘴﹐ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Jeffrey was already gone. If Allan left her too, she wasn’t sure she could survive it.

Allan held her firmly, his voice steady despite the turmoil beneath.

“This is my fate. I can’t change what’s coming, but I can choose how I live with it. I want my days to be meaningful—to be spent with you and Lizzie. That’s all I ask. Will you let me have that?”

Even now, his voice had a way of calming her, of making everything seem less terrifying.

She nodded rapidly, swallowing back tears.

“Okay. Then tomorrow, I’m going with you to see the doctor. I need to hear it from them myself, okay?”

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