The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 435

“I got connected through Joseph, reached Ratcliff Global. If you handle things well, the Meyer family will pull through…”

Hank wiped his eyes. “Alright. I understand. You don’t have to worry.”

He knew exactly what was happening. Bailey was caught up in illegal organ trafficking, and now the truth was out. The police were investigating everything, and all the terrible things from the past were finally coming to light.

The Meyer Group’s reputation was in shambles. Trying to bring the Meyer family back from this felt impossible.

Bailey seemed to understand what Hank was thinking. He let out a quiet sigh. “The Meyer family… it’s been my life’s work… all for nothing…”

When he first took over, the Meyer family was just a small, nameless company in Brookfield. No one even noticed them.

But after partnering with Nathaniel, he grew the business into something people actually talked about.

Ironically, it was those things he did with Nathaniel twenty years ago that ended up destroying everything.

Bailey’s breathing turned shallow, his eyes losing focus.

“Did Reese… come?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

He tried to keep his eyes open, searching the room for someone, but he never saw the face he wanted to see most.

Hank kept his head down and said nothing.

Disappointment filled Bailey’s eyes, fading into emptiness.

He understood. Reese would never forgive him. She couldn’t even bring herself to say goodbye.

Maybe it was better this way. A man like him didn’t deserve forgiveness.

As his mind drifted, he thought he saw Marie.

She was there in a white dress, standing in soft, golden light, smiling at him just like she always used to.

Hank collapsed onto the floor, tears pouring down his face. Years of buried feelings finally broke loose all at once.

He had hated Bailey. He hated him for cheating, for breaking the law, for always putting the Meyer family’s interests first.

But now Bailey was gone. Really gone. And all Hank felt was overwhelming grief and regret.

Outside the ICU, Roman stood behind the glass, listening to Hank’s cries and watching him clutch the hospital bed. Roman’s brow furrowed, his expression dark.

Bailey was dead. Nathaniel was still unconscious in his hospital bed. The old organ trafficking case involved so many people, and Roman had no idea when or if the truth would ever come out.

He felt nothing but regret and helplessness.

Just then, a police officer rushed over, face pale and voice tight with panic.

“Mr. Sanchez, something’s wrong. Nathaniel… Nathaniel escaped from his hospital room!”