Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 641

Inside the car.

Theodore looked at Emilia sitting beside him, tears welling in his own eyes.

He understood her heart.

His heart ached for her.

It ached for everything she had endured, for the immense weight of her sorrow.

He didn't say a word. He simply patted her back gently, offering what comfort he could.

The men from The Glenn Group were already out looking for Vivienne. Right now, all he could do was stay by her side.

Outside the window, the sky was a brilliant blue, and traffic flowed smoothly along the bustling streets.

The city was running just as it always did.

An eternity seemed to pass before Emilia finally stopped crying.

A sudden, heavy calmness washed over her.

It worried Theodore.

He reached for a tissue and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

Emilia turned her head to look at him.

She still had Bella, she still had Theodore, and she had so many things left to do.

She had far too many responsibilities weighing on her shoulders.

She couldn't afford to fall apart now.

With that thought, she cleared her throat. "Let's go to the police station."

After filing the report, they had just settled back into the car when both their phones chimed in unison.

It was a text from the caregiver.

[I am the nurse who was taking care of Vivienne. I have audio recordings secretly captured over the past few weeks. The contents are beyond anything you can imagine and are directly related to Emilia's car accident. If you're interested, meet me at the corner cafe tomorrow at noon.]

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Inside a dimly lit room.

The caregiver stared at the three replies on her screen.

She hadn't remarried or taken their child away. She had stayed right by his side, day after day.

"Thank God," the woman sobbed, leaning heavily against the doorframe of the room as she prayed for his continued recovery.

It felt like hours before the doctors finally emerged.

Seeing the devastated, hopeful woman clutching the doorway moved them deeply.

A nurse gently helped her steady herself.

"Doctor, how is my husband?" she asked desperately.

"He's going to pull through, but it will be a slow recovery," the doctor reassured her.

"How long until he's back to normal? Is he awake right now?" She tried to peer through the doorway.

"He drifted off to sleep again, but he'll be waking up more over the next couple of days. As for his physical condition, we'll need to do a thorough evaluation," the doctor explained, offering a warm smile. "But he woke up. That's a tremendous milestone."

The woman hugged her child tight, nodding through her tears.

When she was finally allowed back into the room, she looked at the man in the bed, laughing and crying all at once.

Remembering the police officer who had left a number for her, she wiped her eyes, pulled out her phone, and sent a text.