Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 795:

So, it was Allan. Even though he had to leave first, he made sure to arrange things to ensure her safety.

Through the haze of alcohol and the burning in her stomach, Rachel felt a cozy warmth in her heart.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then Rachel left with Samira. The woman watched them go, shaking her head and letting out a deep sigh. “Alas, some people turn into cowards when it comes to love.” This only reaffirmed her decision to stay single and unattached.

Who would have thought that the great Brian White, known for his strategic and precise decisions in the business world, would balk at the prospect of revealing himself to the woman he loved?

Samira was assisting Rachel out of the building when a waiter rushed over to them. “Ms. Marsh, please wait! Someone asked me to give you this.”

Rachel opened the package to find a bunch of hangover meds and antacids.

“Was it Mr. Vance as well?” she asked.

The waiter just smiled and said nothing.

When they stepped into the driveway, a car pulled up in front of them. The driver poked his head out, checked her name, and then drove them home.

Allan’s illness dragged on longer than expected.

The next morning, Rachel woke up and decided to call him—she wanted to thank him for taking care of her the day before.

But instead of Allan, Alban answered. “Ms. Marsh, I’ll make sure to pass your message to Mr. Vance exactly as you said. No need to worry!”

“Alright.”

Yet, days passed, and Allan still hadn’t shown up at the company. Rachel called again, but each time, it was Alban who picked up.

“Alban, be honest with me. Is something wrong with Allan?”

Alban stiffened. He turned toward Allan, silently asking for guidance.

“She’s sharp. If we keep hiding it, she’ll figure it out anyway. Just tell her.”noveldrama

“Mr. Vance has been sick and in the hospital these past few days,” Alban finally admitted.

Rachel’s heart clenched. Without hesitation, she pressed, “Please send me the address.”

After delegating her tasks, she rushed straight to the hospital. She found Allan lying in bed, looking pale and worn-out, his lips drained of color.

Yet, the moment he saw her, a weak smile touched his lips. “Rachel, you’re here.”

Rachel had a dozen things she wanted to scold him for—how he never took care of himself, how he was always so careful with others yet completely reckless with his own health. But seeing him like this, all those reprimands faded, leaving only worry.

“Don’t move—just stay put.” Rachel frowned, her gaze sharp with concern. “How did you end up this sick?”

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