Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 898

This person wasn't as lucky. Less than half an hour later, they were pronounced dead.

The family broke down, weeping on the floor, begging the doctors to try again, crying that he couldn't live without his wife, that their child couldn't lose a mother.

The doctor could only offer quiet condolences.

The most agonizing farewell in the world was death. It was infinitely crueler than simply walking away. It left zero room for regrets.

Watching the scene unfold sent a cold sweat down Seth's spine, a violent storm brewing in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and hurried toward the exit.

Jude, returning from paying the bill, saw him leaving and asked, "Seth, where are you going?"

"To find Noreen."

"Wait, right now?" Jude stared in shock at his messy appearance. It really wasn't appropriate.

Seth's jacket was stained with blood from saving the woman. The dried blood left dark, rusted patches all over his clothes. He looked like an absolute wreck.

Jude jogged to keep up. "Maybe you should go home and change first."

Seth acted as if he hadn't heard him.

It wasn't until Jude warned, "You're going to terrify her looking like that," that Seth finally stopped and looked down at himself.

He was a mess, and he did look terrifying. He definitely needed to change first... But he couldn't wait another second to see her.

It was clearly half a sentence. The first half was:

[Live well,]

When she wrote it, she realized she had poured out her deepest, most hidden desire. The emotions that had been dormant in her heart were rippling again. Stirred by a persistent breeze, the waves rolled endlessly. She couldn't hold it back.

So, in a moment of panic, she had torn the note in half. She hid the second part, only telling him to live well.

She was frustrated with herself. But every time she thought about what he had done, the anger dissolved. She felt trapped.

The old Noreen would have fought tooth and nail, refusing to bow, refusing to look back. But this time, she seemed to have given up the fight. She was watching the fortress she had built brick by brick slowly crumble and collapse... And she couldn't do a single thing about it.