Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Chapter 219.

"Are you serious right now?" I ask, my voice rising. "He’s in there and you’re telling me I can’t see him?"

"Ma’am..:.:"

"Move," I repeat.

Nothing. He doesn’t even flinch and just like that.....my panic turns into anger.

I’m about to push past him myself when a hand reaches out from behind me.

Zane.

He doesn’t say anything at first, doesn’t argue, doesn’t waste time. He just steps forward....And grabs the man by the throat So fast it almost doesn’t register.

The guard stiffens instantly, his back hitting the wall with a quiet thud as Zane holds him there. His not really choking him but to make it very clear he is not someone to be thrifiled with.

The second guard doesn’t move, doesn’t intervene he doesn’t even try.

Zane leans in slightly, his grip firm, his voice low...too low for me to hear clearly.

But I catch pieces.

"...don’t make me repeat myself..."

"...you’re in the wrong place to test me..."

"...open the door."

The guard nods quickly.

"I.....yes.....yes, sir," he stammers.

Zane releases him just as suddenly as he grabbed him and The man stumbles slightly, coughing under his breath, immediately stepping aside.

The other guard moves too, clearing the way just like that.

I blink, still a little thrown off but I don’t waste time.

I turn to Zane.

"Thank you," I whisper quickly.

He doesn’t respond, he just steps back, giving me space, letting me go. And I do.

I reach for the door, my hand hesitating for just a second on the handle. Then I push it open and step inside to find the room is dim and Quiet. I just stand there for a second because the man lying on that bed.....It doesn’t feel like him. It doesn’t feel like my grandfather. Machines hum softly around him, steady, rhythmic. There’s an oxygen mask over his face, tubes running from it, rising and falling gently with each breath he takes. It’s nothing like the strong, commanding voice I’m used to hearing.

My chest tightens as I take a step forward then another, each one heavier than the last.

By the time I get to his bedside, I feel it fully. That deep ache because he looks....Old, frail and so small. I’ve never seen him like that before, not once. Not even when he was sick years ago back then, he still looked like himself. But this.....This is different.

This looks like time finally caught up to him.

My throat tightens painfully as I reach out slowly, my fingers hovering for a second before I let them rest gently on his hand.

It’s warm but weaker than I remember.

"Grandpa..." I whisper. My voice sounding small in the room.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t react. He’s asleep.

Or maybe... something deeper than that.

I swallow hard, blinking back the sudden sting in my eyes. This is not how I imagined seeing him, not like this, not when I wasn’t ready.

I pull a chair closer and sit down beside him, my hand still wrapped around his. Just... holding on like if I let go, something might slip away. And for a little while, I don’t say anything. I just sit there, liistening to the machines and watching his chest rise and fall.

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