NovelGoldChapter 372 Claire could feel Sean's heartbeat, steady at first but fading, growing weaker with each passing second.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as guilt twisted inside her. If it hadn't been for her, Sean would never have ended up in this nightmare.
"Sean, you can't die on me! You promised-you said you'd stay withforever!" Her desperate cry was swallowed by the roar of rain and thunder.
"D-don't... be... afraid..." Sean's reply was barely a whisper-so faint Claire could hardly hear it, could barely even sense it.
All she could feel was his motionless weight across her body. He didn't move, didn't react at all.
Panic crashed over her in waves. She screamed for help, her voice raw with terror and despair.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut no matter how loud she shouted, no one answered.
The mud and debris kept piling up, suffocating the last pockets of air. Claire's head spun, her lungs burning as every breath grew harder. Her mind clouded, everything fading into darkness until she finally lost consciousness. She had no idea how much thad passed before she finally began to stir. Before she even opened her eyes, the sharp scent of disinfectant hit her nose. Flashes of memory crushing back: Sean shielding her, protecting her as she blacked out. Claire's eyes snapped open. She was lying in a hospital bed.
White ceiling. White walls. The steady beeping of monitors and machines. For a moment, the sterile stillness was surreal-then the realization hit: she was alive.
But she didn't care about herself. She needed to find Sean.
Claire tried to throw back the covers and get out of bed, only to find her body numb and unresponsive. She couldn't move a muscle.
What's happening? Am I... paralyzed? "Nurse! Nurse!" she cried, panic rising in her voice.
Moments later, a plump nurse in scrubs, her face hidden behind a mask, wheeled in a wheelchair.
"Sean-where is he? Is he okay?" Claire demanded.
"He's fine. If you want to see him, I can take you," the nurse replied, her tone oddly flat.
Something about her voice struck a chord of familiarity, but Claire couldn't place it -not now, not with worry for Sean crowding out every other thought.
"Yes, please taketo him. Now!" Claire pleaded, urgency in every word.
The nurse leaned in, gently shifting Claire from the bed into the wheelchair, then wheeled her out of the room and into the elevator.
But when the nurse pressed the button for the basement level, Claire froze. "The basement? There aren't any patient rooms down there, are there?" The nurse said nothing. The elevator descended, and a heavy silence settled between them.
A chill crept up Claire's spine. She turned to look at the nurse—and found herself staring into eyes filled with pure hatred.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer heart hammered in her chest, dread pooling in her stomach.
"You're not a nurse. Who are you?" Claire demanded, her voice trembling.
Slowly, the woman removed her mask.
"Scarlet...?" Claire breathed.
She'd only seen Scarlet once-at Mandy's birthday in the private lounge at the Grandeur Hotel. But even after all this time, and even though Scarlet had put on weight since then, Claire recognized her instantly. Scarlet's eyes blazed with malice, her lips curling into a cold smile. "Surprised to see me, Claire?" Claire's pupils shrank in shock. "Scarlet, what are you doing? Where's Sean?" "You can barely save yourself, and you're still worried about your man? Pathetic," Scarlet sneered.
Gritting her teeth, Claire tried to m stand, but her body refused to move-she was still completely numb.
Scarlet's laugh was sharp and cruel. "Don't waste your energy. The m anesthesia hasn't worn off. You're ΠΙ not going anywhere."
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