Chapter 428
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Chapter 428:
A raw pain contorted his features. “I don’t get it. A man like that… he’s cold, he’s dangerous. You’re not compatible.”
“You see what you want to see,” she countered, her patience wearing thin. “Whether we’re compatible or not is for me to decide.”
He opened his mouth to argue, to plead, to warn her again, but she held up a hand, a gesture that was both weary and final.
“Julian, I came here to get my job back, not to debate my personal life.”
She pulled out her phone, glancing at the screen as if checking the time. It was a clear, deliberate dismissal. A social cue he couldn’t possibly ignore.
𝗜𝗇sta𝗻t 𝗮c𝗰𝖾𝘴𝘀 𝗈𝘯 g𝗮𝗹no𝗏𝖾𝘭s.𝘤𝗼𝘮
“Good luck, Dr. Croft.”
She turned and walked away, her steps even and measured, heading toward Dr. Finchley’s office. She didn’t look back.
Julian stood frozen in the hallway, watching her go. His shoulders slumped, his entire body seeming to deflate as if his bones had suddenly turned to dust. The last, flickering ember of hope had been extinguished, leaving him in a cold, dark void.
A soft footstep approached from behind him. It was Brenna O’Malley. She had been standing down the hall, pretending to read a chart, a silent witness to the entire exchange. The sight of Julian’s devastation sent a sharp, familiar pang through her own chest.
“Julian,” she said softly. “Maybe you should give her some space.”
He didn’t look at her. He was still staring at the empty space where Caroline had been. “I just don’t understand,” he mumbled, more to himself than to her.
Brenna sighed, a sound heavy with a sorrow he would never recognize. “The way you were talking to her… it was like you were interrogating her, not comforting her. That’s only going to push her further away.”
Her words, clear and painfully true, seemed to penetrate his fog of misery. A flicker of self-awareness crossed his face.
“Maybe… maybe you’re right,” he conceded, his voice barely a whisper.
He turned then, but not toward her. He shuffled off in the opposite direction, a man utterly defeated, his back a portrait of loss.
Brenna watched him go, her heart aching with a love that was as deep as it was invisible. She knew. She had always known. Julian’s eyes would forever follow Caroline, blind to the woman who stood right beside him, waiting.
The next afternoon, the world shook.
It started as a low rumble, a deep vibration that seemed to come from the very bones of the earth. Then the floor beneath Caroline’s feet swayed gently—not enough to knock trays from tables, but enough to make the fluorescent lights overhead flicker and sway. In the hospital cafeteria, conversations died. Forks paused halfway to mouths. A collective intake of breath.
Then it was over. A stunned silence fell over the room, quickly broken by the murmur of voices and the urgent chime of a hospital-wide page. Every television screen in the building, which had been showing daytime news, flickered to a breaking report.
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