Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 559:

Debby’s face paled. “What? How did this happen?”

“Where’s the doctor? Get someone to bring him here now,” she commanded, her voice urgent.

Rachel felt her stomach drop. Brian was supposed to be stable—wasn’t he already awake? So why had he lost consciousness again? While panic spread, Hazel remained calm and took charge. “Mrs. White, if you trust me, I’ll bring the doctor right away. If too many people rush there at once, it might slow things down instead,” she reassured her.

Debby nodded quickly. “Alright, I trust you.”

Hazel then turned to Rachel. “Libby, stay with Mr. White and update me the moment anything changes.”

“Yes,” Rachel answered instinctively, only realizing her mistake a second too late.

Her pulse spiked—had she just spoken out loud?

But Debby, too distracted by her son’s condition, didn’t seem to notice. Rachel swallowed a sigh of relief and hurried into the ward.

But as she disappeared inside, Tracy’s voice rose behind her, laced with suspicion. “That voice… it sounded familiar. I swear I’ve heard it before.”

“Hold on a second,” Debby suddenly called out.

Rachel’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to stay calm. She stopped in her tracks, hoping the mask hid the nervous tension in her expression.

Debby studied her for a brief moment, then waved her off. “Go inside.” But Tracy wasn’t convinced. “You can never be too careful in situations like this,” she said, her suspicion still lingering.

Debby, however, sounded certain. “Rachel isn’t this tall or this slender. She doesn’t match the figure.”

Rachel secretly breathed a sigh of relief.noveldrama

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She had to give credit to Sabrina’s sharp thinking. Sabrina had suggested she wear shoes with hidden heel lifts—an ingenious trick that not only gave her an extra four inches in height but also made her appear more slender. Given the situation, it made sense that Debby wouldn’t suspect her.

Still, Tracy wasn’t letting it go.

“All of that can be faked. The safest way is to check for ourselves.”

Debby hesitated briefly before nodding in agreement. “You’re right.” She then turned her sharp gaze to Rachel and ordered, “Take off your mask. Let me see your face.”

Rachel’s palms grew damp with sweat, and her heart pounded as if it were lodged in her throat.

If she resisted now, it would only draw more attention.

All she could do was hope Hazel returned quickly.

Just as Rachel took a deep breath and placed her hand on the mask’s strap, ready to remove it, Hazel suddenly rushed over, looking flustered. “Why are you still standing here? You’re supposed to be monitoring Mr. White’s condition. If something happens to him, can you take responsibility?”

Rachel wasted no time, nodding quickly before slipping inside.

With her gone, Debby’s focus immediately shifted back to Brian.

“Has the doctor arrived yet?”

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