The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353

At the hospital, Lionel slumped against the wall outside the emergency room. His legs had given away, and his eyes had glazed over in shock.

Blood covered both his hands, the residual warmth seeping into his cold bones. He trembled uncontrollably as his entire being succumbed to fear.

The terror he felt at that moment was like nothing he had experienced before. It was like a black hole that loomed over him, ready to engulf him at any given time.

The fear was beyond just worry for his sister’s life. A more sinister concern lurked beneath what was meant to be brotherly care. Lionel had tried to dismiss the thought whenever it surfaced in the past, but now, it haunted him every second. Is Lia really just a sister to me?

The red light above the doors to the operating theatre turned off.

Lionel scrambled to his feet and waited anxiously for the doctor.

The doctor exited the operating theatre with a frown on his face. He passed Lionel a piece of paper with the words “Notice of Critical Illness” written in bold at the top of the page.

“You’re the patient’s family, aren’t you? Please sign on this paper. The patient is not in good condition. The poison has entered her veins, so even if we proceed with a stomach pump, the odds are not looking good for her. It’d be best if you could prepare yourself to say goodbye.

Treasure your last moments together,” the doctor announced grimly.

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Lionel felt like someone had dropped a bomb on him. There was a ringing in his ears as the world around him swirled, and it took a long while before he snapped back to his senses.

Signing the notice of critical illness was part of the procedure.

Lionel stared blankly at the paper but did not move to accept it. “Sir, please sign on the paper,” the doctor urged.

“Impossible!” Lionel exploded all of a sudden. “You’re spouting nonsense! Lia is perfectly fine; it’s impossible that you can’t save her! You must be incompetent. I don’t believe a single word you say! I’m going to transfer Lia to another hospital, and I’ll find a doctor that actually knows what he’s doing!” he bellowed.

The doctor was no stranger to death.

Transferring Lia to a different facility would do more harm than good, and the process would take up precious time that could have been spent with family.

“My deepest condolences,” the doctor said solemnly.

“I’ll beat you up if you utter another word! Do you hear me?” Lionel was on the brink of insanity. He clutched the doctor’s lapels and raised a fist to punch him.

At the hospital, Lionel slumped against the wall outside the emergency room. His legs had given away, and his eyes had glazed over in shock.

Blood covered both his hands, the residual warmth seeping into his cold bones. He trembled uncontrollably as his entire being succumbed to fear.

The terror he felt at that moment was like nothing he had experienced before. It was like a black hole that loomed over him, ready to engulf him at any given time.

The fear was beyond just worry for his sister’s life. A more sinister concern lurked beneath what was meant to be brotherly care. Lionel had tried to dismiss the thought whenever it surfaced in the past, but now, it haunted him every second. Is Lia really just a sister to me?

The red light above the doors to the operating theatre turned off.

Lionel scrambled to his feet and waited anxiously for the doctor.

The doctor exited the operating theatre with a frown on his face. He passed Lionel a piece of paper with the words “Notice of Critical Illness” written in bold at the top of the page.