Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 584

One after another.

From the first to the last.

From the argument in the hallway to the specific details on Emilia’s critical condition notice.

His hand holding the phone trembled.

For a moment, he couldn’t process or even comprehend what he was seeing. His mind went completely blank.

The physical pain came faster. His heart felt as if it had been ripped in two.

It was as if something inside him had shattered, turning to dust.

The agony was excruciating.

“Ugh…”

The next moment, a violent, burning sensation ripped through him, and he choked, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the phone he was holding, covering it in a sheet of crimson.

The red stains spread across the screen, which displayed the photo of Emilia covered in her own blood.

As his hand trembled uncontrollably, the blood seemed to soak into the screen, mixing with the image of Emilia.

Something inside him was breaking apart, and a delayed, overwhelming pain washed over him.

The scene from that day flashed in his mind again.

That hallway. He had accidentally pushed her down the stairs.

The motion-sensor lights flickered on and off. In the final silence, the green glow from the “EXIT” sign cast an eerie, terrifying light.

“Tye…”

Her voice seemed to echo through time, reaching him in layers.

It was like a knife, torturing him with a thousand cuts, tearing him apart piece by piece.

Why didn't he turn back that day?

Why didn’t he even spare her a single glance?

The child.

Their second child…

The second child he had always, always wanted.

After she had truly left him, after she told him again and again that she would never come back…

After he left that day, Joyce had called him many times.

But he had been driving Vivienne home, and he was angry. He thought she and Joyce were putting on an act together, so he had silenced his phone.

Later, the night before they finalized the divorce, he finally learned that she had really been in an accident.

It wasn't an act.

“Heh…” Tyler let out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh.

He finally understood why he had never signed her critical condition notice.

He didn't dare to think about whether the time he spent not answering the phone, not signing the papers, had delayed her life-saving treatment.

“Ugh…”

Tyler choked again, another surge of blood rising in his throat.

The blood splattered onto his phone, the comforter, the bed, and… the safe.

“Mr. Erickson!” The assistant, notified by Israel, had rushed over.

“Mr. Erickson, what’s wrong?” The assistant saw the blood and the chaos and immediately reached for his phone to call an ambulance.