The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 380

Franklin had served the Hayes family all his life. He had watched Gideon and Giselle grow up, and seeing the Hayes family end up like this broke his heart.

Franklin stumbled forward, tightly hugging one of Gideon's arms, crying as he shouted to stop him.

"Mr. Hayes, let go quickly! Your wounds have split open, you're bleeding so much. It will kill you if you keep this up!"

Liam York also pounced over closely, wrapping his arms around Gideon from the other side, pulling back with all his might to forcefully drag him off Nora.

"Mr. Hayes, please calm down! We still need you to preside over Giselle's funeral, you cannot collapse!"

Liam York shouted anxiously, "The doctors are already here. Your wounds must be treated immediately, or it will cause a severe infection!"

The two private doctors quickly opened their medical kits, prepared the emergency dressings and sedatives, and stood nervously on the side looking for an opportunity to intervene.

The noisy shouting and the pulling force around him brought a shred of rationality back to Gideon's crazed brain.

He gasped heavily for air, his chest heaving violently.

He looked down at Nora, who was slumped on the floor, her face as pale as paper, her shoulders bruised deeply by his grip.

A profound sense of powerlessness washed over his entire body at this moment.

No matter how much he vented, no matter how much he interrogated, the sister who had clung to him since childhood was forever gone.

After exhausting the very last ounce of strength in his body, Gideon's fingers loosened bit by bit.

Drained of strength, he let go of the hands gripping Nora's shoulders.

His tall, straight body swayed a few times as he stumbled backward two steps.

Seeing this, Franklin and Liam York immediately supported his arms from left and right, forcibly assisting him away from Nora.

She didn't beg for mercy, allowing the bodyguards to drag her toward the door of the study.

A split second before crossing the study's threshold, Nora used her last ounce of strength to turn her head.

At the end of her vision, the dim desk lamp by the desk emitted a faint halo.

Gideon leaned against the edge of the desk, his tall figure appearing exceptionally hunched. He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting heavy shadows over his eye sockets, masking all the agony and madness in his eyes.

Dr. Marcus Reed, holding a syringe, slowly pushed a vial of clear sedative fluid into the vein in his arm.

Another doctor was scrambling to cut open his blood-soaked shirt from the back, preparing to treat the severe fractures that had split open again.

The photograph pinned in the frame was still held tightly in his embrace.

The girl's radiant smile in the picture appeared particularly glaring amidst the chaos.