No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 144

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 144: A Face of Despair**

In that moment, it felt as if time itself had come to a standstill, suspended in a heavy silence that enveloped the room.

Without warning, a crimson stream began to trickle down Hannah’s forehead, a stark contrast against her pale skin.

Her body, overwhelmed and unresponsive, crumpled to the floor, and she slipped into unconsciousness, leaving a chilling stillness in her wake.

“Oh my god!” Francesca gasped, her voice breaking the tense silence like glass shattering.

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Francesca was gripped by sheer terror, her heart racing as she stumbled backward, her face drained of color.

“This has nothing to do with me! She ran into it herself! She’s the crazy one!” she shouted, her panic twisting her words into a frantic jumble. The fear of something grave occurring clawed at her insides, and in a rush of adrenaline, she seized the arm of the relative standing beside her, who was equally paralyzed by fear. Together, they bolted from the room, desperate to escape the chaos.

Fiona, however, was quick to react. She dashed to the bedside and slammed her finger down on the emergency call button with urgency, her heart pounding in her chest.

Grace stood frozen, her mind racing as she stared at Hannah, who lay motionless on the floor. The stark red pool of blood on the tiles seemed to draw her in, and for what felt like an eternity, she was unable to utter a single word.

Then, like a whirlwind, the doctors and nurses burst into the room, wheeling in a crash cart with a practiced efficiency that spoke of countless similar emergencies. In mere moments, they lifted Hannah onto a stretcher, their movements swift and decisive, before they whisked her away to the emergency room.

Meanwhile, in the shadows of the room, Isla had been quietly observing everything unfold. Her small frame trembled as she approached Grace, her cheeks stained with tears that glistened in the harsh light. Her eyes were red and puffy, a testament to her distress.

“Grace,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she clutched the fabric of Grace’s sleeve with a shaky hand. “My mom is already having such a hard time. Please don’t make us leave again, okay?”

The moment Isla’s tiny hand grasped her sleeve, Grace felt her heart soften.

Looking into Isla’s brave yet vulnerable face, the irritation that had simmered within her transformed into a wave of guilt.

With a heavy sigh, she replied, her tone gentler than before, “I… I just told you to move out of Ethan’s place. I never said I wouldn’t help you anymore. If we hadn’t walked in when we did, your grandma would’ve already taken you away!”

Fiona glanced back at Isla’s innocent eyes, feeling a conflict rise within her.

She was just a child, after all.

Chapter 144: A Face of Despair

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Yet, Fiona held her tongue, gesturing for Grace to calm her emotions. There was no point in arguing with a child who had already experienced enough fear for one day.

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