Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385

Lucas POV

I pressed my palm against my forehead, the fluorescent hospital lights burning into my retras. “She did have an accident,” I said, my voice coming out

hollow. “Because I failed to protect her.”

Miguel’s weathered face contorted, aging a decade in the span of a heartbeat.

His hands-the same hands that had once signed million-dollar contracts-now trembled as they gripped the corridor railing.

“This is all because of you, isn’t it?” His accent thickened with each word, grief and rage bleeding together. “Ever since my daughter met you, her life has

been nothing but a downward spiral.”

I opened my mouth, but no defense came. What could I possibly say?

“First, you bankrupted our family.” Miguel’s voice rose, drawing concerned glances from passing nurses. “Then my wife ended up in a vegetative stare And now my daughter is in the emergency room fighting for her life.”

Each accusation hit

a physical blow, I stood there, taking it, because some part of me believed I deserved every word.

“What did we ever do to you?” Miguel demanded, stepping closer. His eyes were bloodshot, wild with incomprehension. We canceled the engagement, yes. When your family went bankrupt, we were afraid our daughter would suffer if she married you. We made a hard choice to protect her future.

He paused, his breathing ragged.

“When she tried to go find you afterward, we locked her in her room. We wouldn’t let her throw her life away on a man with nothing. His voice cracked “We’re her parents. Everything we did, we did because we thought it was best for her happiness. So tell me-why did you come back just to destroy as:

Something cold settled in my chest. A terrible suspicion that had been lurking at the edges of my consciousness suddenly demanded attention

“My family’s bankruptcy,” I said slowly, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “You had no part in it? You didn’t kick us when we were down!

Miguel’s bitter laugh echoed off the sterile walls. “I swear to you, I could never do such a thing. He studied my face with something that might have test pity. “Whoever really destroyed your company-you haven’t caught them yet, have you? There probably still out there somewhere, laughing all of us.

He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was quieter. “You’re a victim top, aren’t you?”

The words hit me like a sledgehammer. My knees wanted to buckle. Seven years. Seven years of carefully curated hatred, of using that foly as my way back from nothing. Seven years of punishing the wrong people.

This couldn’t be right. It couldn’t-

~Then Miguel dropped to his knees a front of me.

The sight of this proud man-

chest.

a father broken by fear and desperation baceling on the hospitals aptions for shallwod set.

“In a selfish man,” Miguel said, his voicy barely above a whisper. I just want my tamily sole. Hearthy.

tears streaming down tus faty. Pluser Bond hurt dry daughter my pose

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My hands clenched into fists at my sides. My jaw locked tight. I felt my left eye twitch-a tell I’d thought I’d trained out of myself years ago during high-

stakes negotiations.

A memory surfaced: Sophia, weeks ago, sending me a message telling me to investigate the truth Behind my family’s bankruptcy–something Id dismisser

manipulation.

I’d deleted it without responding, convinced she was trying to distract me, to redirect my focus away from the revenge I’d spent years planning.

What if I’d been wrong about everything?

I turned away from Miguel’s kneeling form, my throat too tight to speak. Three steps brought me to the window everlooking the parking lot. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed my private investigator.

“Victor,” I said when he answered. “I need you to investigate something. The Reynolds Real Estate bankruptcy seven years ago-I want the truth. The actu

truth.

“Sir, I thought we’d already-”

‘Dig deeper.” My reflection in the window looked gaunt, haunted. “Follow the money. Find out who really orchestrated the collapse. I dont care what it co or how long it takes. I need to know.”

“Understood. I’ll start immediately.”

I ended the call just as the surgical ward doors swung open. A doctor emerged, still wearing blood-spattered scrubs. My blood turned to ice.

Miguel scrambled to his feet, rushing toward her. I followed on numb legs.

“Mr. Cruz?” the doctor asked, her expression professionally neutral in that way that never means anything good.

“Yes-how is she? How’s my daughter?”

The doctor’s gaze flicked to me briefly before returning to Miguel. “Your daughter is stable. However, she’s suffered multiple tractures to her mbs and let arm. She’ll need to remain on strict bed rest for several months.”

Relief flooded through me so intensely I had to grip the wall for support. “And the baby?”\

The doctor’s expression shifted, becoming more guarded. I’m very sorry. We couldn’t save the pregnancy”

The world tilted sideways.

Miguel made a sound like he’d been gutted. “Pregnancy? Eis head whipped toward me, comprehension dawning in his eyes. My daughter was at With your child?”

I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe. The doctors words echoed in my skull on an endless loop. Couldn’t serve d.

“She’s in room 407, the doctor continued quietly. She’s still unconscious from the anesthesia, but you can sit with het

I want to go with you, I said, my voice rough

Miguel turned on me, his griet transforming into pore rape. “A child, he and shoty, each ward deldspath. My danced) bus, the baby was yours?

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Inodded once, the admission scraping my throat raw.

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