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Forsaking the Years of Longing novel Chapter 145

Chapter 26 I couldn't understand why my father, who had always been healthy, suddenly fell ill. Why hadn't he ever told me?

Smack!

I slapped myself hard.

The doctor said his fall was severe-so severe that there was currently no hope of him waking up. He was surviving only because of the machines, clinging to life while we waited for a miracle.

What should I do.

Smack!

Caroline, what kind of daughter are you?

Smack!

I slapped myself again and again, but the sting on my face was nothing compared to the ache in my heart.

What if my father never wakes up?

What happens to the company?

I hadn't even secured my footing yet. I hadn't repaid his sacrifices, hadn't proven my ability to him..

The words of my uncle and the shareholders replayed in my mind, their gloating expressions tearing me apart.

Suddenly, the sound of polished leather shoes echoed through the hallway.

Click... click...

The steps stopped right in front of me. A pair of expensive, familiar shoes stood before me.

A coat, carrying a scent I knew all too well, was draped over my head.

And then, a pair of arms wrapped around me.

"Let it out. Cry."

It was Callan.

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