Chapter 368
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Chapter 368:
Melanie’s smile widened, becoming something truly vicious. “Are you sure? Your father’s in a fragile state. It would be a tragedy if, say, I were to accidentally drop this report on his bedside table.”
The threat landed with surgical precision, striking the most vulnerable part of her. It wasn’t just a threat against Caroline; it was a threat against Donovan’s last moments of peace. A suffocating wave of fury and strategic frustration washed over her. She hated the tactical restraint her mission demanded, forcing her to swallow the venom instead of breaking Melanie’s fingers right here.
Melanie watched the flicker of pain in Caroline’s eyes, her own gaze gleaming with satisfaction. She was enjoying this.
“You have twenty-four hours,” Melanie said, pushing herself off the counter. She walked to the door, her hips swaying with smug confidence. “Think it over.”
The door clicked shut, leaving Caroline alone in the chilling silence.
The intense adrenaline holding her taut slowly receded, leaving behind the crushing weight of her mother’s permanent absence and now her father’s terminal sentence. Caroline leaned back heavily against the cold, tiled wall, letting out a ragged, trembling breath. She pressed her palms hard against her closed eyes, refusing to let actual tears fall, forcing the raw, choking grief into a locked compartment deep within her analytical mind.
𝗥𝗈𝗺a𝗻𝖼e 𝗇𝗈𝘃e𝗅ѕ 𝘰𝗇 𝗴а𝘭𝗇𝘰𝗏𝘦𝗹s.с𝗼𝗆
Later, she didn’t know how much later, she pulled herself together. She walked back to Donovan’s room. He was still asleep, a peaceful smile on his face.
Caroline knew what she had to do. She couldn’t leave. Not for a second. She had to become a guardian, a shield.
She found the charge nurse and, with a practiced lie about a family emergency at home, convinced her to let her swap shifts with Sarah Miller. She requested the night shift.
Back in the locker room, she changed into a fresh set of scrubs. The familiar weight of the uniform felt like armor. She buried the pain, the rage, the despair deep inside, locking it away behind a wall of professional calm.
Night fell. The hospital corridors grew quiet, the harsh fluorescent lights casting long shadows. Caroline sat in the chair beside Donovan’s bed, a silent sentinel. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was a steady, reassuring presence in the dim room.
This wasn’t just a watch. This was the beginning of a war.
She stared out the window at the dark, starless sky, her grief slowly hardening into something cold and sharp. She wouldn’t resign. She wouldn’t apologize. She would fight.
The night was a long, tense vigil. Caroline sat in the uncomfortable visitor’s chair, her senses on high alert. Every footstep in the hallway, every distant cough, made her body go rigid. She didn’t sleep. She watched the slow, steady rise and fall of Donovan’s chest, the only anchor in a world that had come unmoored.
When the first gray light of dawn filtered through the window, she felt a bone-deep exhaustion settle over her. Her eyes burned from lack of sleep, and a dull ache throbbed behind her temples. She had survived the night, but the day was just beginning.
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