Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 867:

Alban’s expression was grave. “She isn’t lying to you.”

Lizzie’s world seemed to crack apart, the truth hitting her like a brutal, earth-shattering blow.

If not for the way Rachel had said it, if not for the tension thick in the air, she never would have believed it.

Shaking her head, she pushed back her chair and stood abruptly, her hands flying up to cover her ears. She stumbled backward, step by step, retreating as if she could escape the reality closing in around her.

“No… no, you’re lying to me. You have to be lying. I don’t want to hear this!” She staggered backward until her heels hit the door. Her balance faltered, and she crashed to the floor.noveldrama

A sharp burn shot up her back from the impact, but she acted as if she felt nothing. Her mind refused to accept the words ringing in her ears.

In a blind panic, she wrenched the door open and bolted outside like a whirlwind.

Rachel’s heart pounded. “Alban, go after her. Don’t let her be alone.”

“But what about Mr. Vance?”

Rachel didn’t hesitate. “I’ll take him to see the doctor. It’s only natural that Lizzie’s struggling to process this. Stay with her and make sure she’s okay.”

“Understood.”

Allan’s legs were still functioning well enough for him to walk on his own. At the hospital, he gave a detailed account of his worsening symptoms, and the doctor ran a thorough evaluation.

As the doctor flipped through his notes, his frown deepened. Before he could speak, Allan cut in, his voice steady. “Don’t sugarcoat it. Just tell me the truth.”

The doctor turned his gaze to Rachel. “Mr. Vance, is this your wife?”

“Yes, I am,” Rachel answered, her voice firm and unwavering.

The doctor sighed. “I’ll be direct then. I’ve been monitoring his condition closely. Since he was diagnosed early, his symptoms remained mild for a long time. But ALS in adults tends to progress quickly once it starts worsening. He has already developed a weakness in his hands. The next stage will likely affect his legs. When that happens, he’ll need a wheelchair to get around…”

As she walked out of the hospital, Rachel’s thoughts were trapped in the doctor’s last words. “Some people can go from sick to gone in just a month, while others might hang on for two or three years. Most folks usually last a few months.”

𝖀𝗽𝗅𝗈𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝗋𝗮𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝗈 𝗀ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧉𝖼𝗈𝗆

They had just reached the parking lot when Alban arrived—Lizzie at his side.

Upon spotting him, Lizzie ran straight to Allan, her face streaked with fresh tears.

“Allan, I’m so sorry! I’ve made things so difficult for you. But from now on, I swear—I won’t leave your side. You’ve always been the one protecting me. This time, let me be the one to protect you, okay?”

Her voice trembled, and her red-rimmed eyes shimmered with unshed tears. It was clear she’d been crying for a long time.

Allan gave her a fond smile and ruffled her hair.

“That’s not something you need to worry about. I only have one wish—for you to focus on learning how to manage the company alongside Alban. One day, when I’m no longer here, the company will be in your hands. But until then, if you ever need guidance, I’ll still be around to help.”

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