Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 194

“There is nothing to be worried about?” I repeated, my voice dropping lower, and the shift in my tone was enough to make the doctor stiffen as the nurses beside him instinctively took a step back.

“Then tell me,” I continued slowly, “why is she unconscious?”

The doctor swallowed hard, clearly forcing himself to speak. “I–it actually happens quite often to people who experience sudden emotional trauma or the loss of a loved one,” he explained. “The shock causes a sudden drop. in heart rate and blood pressure. Blood vessels in the legs relax, and the oxygen supply to the brain decreases, which leads to a brief loss of consciousness. She should wake up soon, Mr. Reed.”

I didn’t respond.

I didn’t even look at him.

My eyes never left Grace, not for a second, as if looking away might make her disappear, and when I noticed that the doctor and nurses were still standing there, lingering nervously, I spoke again, my voice indifferent.

“Leave.”

They hesitated for only a moment before bowing quickly and filing out of the room, the door closing softly behind them, leaving the space quiet except for the steady beep of the machines and the sound of her breathing.

I turned my full attention back to her.

Her chest continued to rise and fall beneath the thin blanket, her lashes resting against her pale skin, strands of her hair falling messily across her face. I reached out slowly and brushed the hair away from her cheek, my touch gentle. When I was about to pull my hand away, I felt something wet.

My hand stilled, my fingers hovering near her face as I leaned closer, and only then did I see tears slipping from the corners of her closed eyes, trailing silently down her temples and soaking into the pillow beneath her head.

I froze.

Even unconscious, she was still crying.

My hand clenched slowly into a fist as I stared at her, anger and guilt twisting violently in my chest.

Genesis was standing there when I stepped out of the hospital room, and one look at her was enough to tell me that she wasn’t doing any better. Her hair was messy, like she had run her fingers through it over and over again in frustration, and her breathing was uneven, and fast, as if she had been holding everything in and was only now starting to crack.

There was guilt written all over her face.

She pushed herself off the wall and took a shaky step toward me, her voice breaking before she could even finish saying my name.

“A–apollo… I’m so sorry,” she said, her words tumbling out in a rush. “This is my fault. I caused it. If I wasn’t careless, Hannah wouldn’t have died, and Grace wouldn’t have fainted. I’m so sorry.”

I looked at her in silence, my expression unreadable, but my mind was already replaying everything that had happened earlier, every second that led to this moment.

After Grace had left the room, Genesis and I had been talking when I received that phone call from an unknown number. The person on the other end claimed to have information about the situation, and although I didn’t know who it was, something about their tone made me take it seriously. I had told Genesis that I would take the call and that she should wait there and make sure no one entered the room until I came back. But someone did enter.

The woman had disguised herself as a doctor, wearing a white coat and a nose mask, looking convincing enough to make anyone lower their guard, even Genesis. She walked in calmly, killed Hannah without hesitation, and slipped out just as effortlessly as she had entered. And the moment it happened, the caller hung up. By the time I noticed something was wrong and rushed back, it was already over. Hannah was gone, and the killer had vanished without leaving a trace. 2