The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 606

The roar of the helicopter blades filled the cabin, making his soft words feel as though they were instantly scattered into the wind.

Nathalie furrowed her brows, buttoning her shirt all the way up before familiarizing herself with the weight and mechanics of the gun.

She gave absolutely no response to his statement.

It was a transaction. They had established that from the start.

Since it was a transaction, nothing else mattered.

Every time she entertained the thought of their impending divorce, she couldn't help but remember everything that had brought them to this point.

It wasn't about forgiving him once; it was a reminder of every single time he had hurt her.

A heavy silence blanketed the cabin, broken only by Lance's muffled, suppressed coughing.

He was clearly holding it back as much as possible, as if terrified of bothering her.

Nathalie glanced at him. "You don't need to hold it in. If you need to cough, just cough."

Lance didn't answer. He just closed his eyes.

They flew for a long time. Nathalie's ears were beginning to ring from the altitude. She looked down and saw an endless expanse of dense jungle beneath them.

She turned to Lance to ask how much longer, only to see that his face had drained of all color. "Are you alright?"

They were racing against the clock, but his condition was deteriorating rapidly.

Unable to stop herself, she reached out and pressed her palm against his forehead. He was burning up.

Her pupils dilated slightly. She immediately leaned closer. "Lance, you're running a massive fever. You're burning up. You need a doctor right now. Tell the pilot to land!"

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