After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351 She’s Dead 

The soldier was gasping for breath. 

Richard bolted toward Frederick’s office in a frenzy. 

When he arrived, he found Frederick lying on the floor, 

unconscious. 

“Call an ambulance!” he shouted, rushing over to check Frederick’s breathing. 

Unfortunately, Frederick was alive. 

An hour later, Frederick was taken to the nearest hospital. 

The doctors conducted a thorough examination, running every possible test. 

He asked, “Did the patient experience something unusual recently? Based on the results, he hasn’t rested for several days.” 

“What?” Richard was stunned. 

He recalled how Frederick had spent that entire night poring over documents. 

Since then, Richard had dutifully driven him to and from work each day, ensuring he returned to the Halfmoon Manor every evening. 

Chapter 351 She’s Dead 

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Frederick had gone home every night but never slept. 

Richard turned abruptly, looking at Frederick. His face was pale, almost bloodless. 

Still in a daze, Richard asked, “Doctor, what about now?” 

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“We’ve administered medication to help him rest. Let him sleep for a while. But remember, emotional wounds require emotional remedies. When he wakes up, make sure to talk to him. Whatever’s haunting him, he can’t keep going like this,” the doctor sighed, turning to leave. 

Richard sat down beside the hospital bed. 

He watched Frederick’s weak state with a frown. 

Never in his life had he imagined that the fearless, commanding Frederick would end up lying so helpless in a hospital bed. 

And never had he thought that Claire’s death could have such a devastating impact on Frederick. 

Frederick slept for a long, long time. 

He didn’t wake up until 24 hours later. 

“General Hawthorne, you’re awake. Are you hungry? I’ll go get breakfast right away,” Richard said excitedly. 

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“I’m not hungry. Why am I in the hospital?” Frederick muttered. 

He shook his head and scanned his surroundings. 

“General Hawthorne, why haven’t you been sleeping for days? Is 

it because of Ms. Prescott?” Richard asked. 

He had been holding back for days. 

“Go buy breakfast,” Frederick said, unwilling to discuss the topic. 

Richard said anxiously, “General Hawthorne. In my mind, you’ve always been the kind of man who charges forward without hesitation. How can you lie to yourself like this? 

“Even if you refuse to talk about it, it won’t change the fact that Ms. Prescott is dead.”