The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 357

The wailing police sirens outside The Southview Peninsula Hotel brutally ripped through the early summer night, the blinding red and blue lights flashing frantically against the endless darkness.

Giselle was swiftly loaded into the ambulance, the entire ride filled with the chaotic screeching of medical monitors and the heavy, desperate panting of the paramedics.

Gideon, drenched in blood, climbed in right behind her. Julian shoved aside his assistants trying to calm him, his eyes completely bloodshot as he forced his way into the back of the vehicle.

Nora found herself standing once again beneath the glaring red light of the emergency room doors.

The last time she stood here, it was for Gideon, whose life was hanging by a thread inside.

That time, to shield her with his own flesh and blood, he had been crushed beneath tons of scrap stone at The Suburban Gemstone Refinery, shattering multiple ribs.

This time, the person lying inside was Giselle, who had plummeted from the freezing roof and shattered every bone in her body.

And in the eyes of everyone, both of these catastrophic disasters that nearly wiped out the Hayes family traced straight back to one person: Nora.

She was like a cursed jinx. The moment she attached herself to the Hayes family, she dragged absolute, devastating ruin down upon them.

After being sealed for less than half an hour, the heavy emergency room doors slid open with a dull, metallic thud.

The chief doctor walked out, drenched in sweat. When he met Gideon’s chilling, bloodshot gaze, he gave a heavy, defeated shake of his head.

"Mr. Hayes, we did everything we could. By the time she was brought in, she had completely lost spontaneous breathing. The catastrophic trauma to her skull and internal organs upon impact... it was simply beyond saving. My deepest condolences."

The skull fractures and the hemorrhagic shock triggered by massive organ ruptures had fully snuffed out the young girl’s life long before the ambulance even passed the hospital gates.

Tonight’s frantic resuscitation efforts were nothing more than a desperate illusion, bought and paid for by the limitless wealth and privilege of the Hayes Empire.

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