Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 430:

Tracy was painfully aware of that.

But how could she let this golden opportunity go to waste?

“No, I want to stay with you. Hospitals terrify me—the machines, the disinfectant smell… I can’t handle it! If you’re not coming with me, I’d rather stay here and suffer!”

She bit her lip, her face a picture of sorrow and guilt.

“I know you’re upset. I know you blame yourself—and me. If it weren’t for me, you would have saved Rachel instead. This is all my fault… I caused this mess!”

Suddenly, despite her injury, she struggled to move, trying to throw herself toward the pool.

Brian darted forward, catching her before she could go any further. His voice was sharp with frustration. “Tracy, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m so sorry! If you hadn’t saved me, Rachel wouldn’t be in danger. It’s my fault, all of it! I should be the one to pay the price!”

She sobbed dramatically, putting on a performance as if she were moments away from collapsing.

Brian’s patience snapped. “Stop talking nonsense. Go to the hospital. Now.”

“No! Only if I die—only then will you forgive me!”

Once more, Tracy tried to hurl herself toward the water.

But this time, Brian had had enough. He grabbed her without hesitation and shoved her toward the security guards. “Call an ambulance. Get her out of here.”

“No! Brian, please, don’t do this,” Tracy pleaded, shaking her head frantically.

However, Brian didn’t budge. With just a sharp nod from him, the security guards moved in, grabbing her by the arms and legs. Her protests grew fainter as they carried her away.

Inside the surveillance room, Brian’s gaze was locked onto the screen. There was no mistake—it was Andres. He was the one who had saved Rachel. He had pulled her out of the water and carried her away from the venue.

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Wasting no time, Brian grabbed his phone and made a call.

His voice was firm and demanding. “Where is Rachel?”noveldrama

Andres let out a low chuckle. “A little late to be asking that, don’t you think?”

“I made a mistake, but that doesn’t give you the right to keep her locked up. I need to see her,” Brian said, his tone urgent.

“You’re right. I can’t stop her from going where she wants. But what if she doesn’t want to see you?”

The moment Andres said that, Brian felt a sharp sting in his chest. “I need to explain,” Brian pleaded, his voice thick with sorrow and regret.

The man who had always exuded confidence now looked completely defeated, weighed down by guilt.

Andres scoffed. “Explain what exactly?”

“I didn’t know Rachel had fallen into the water too,” Brian admitted.

His words were so faint they almost disappeared into the air.

But Andres caught every single word.

“So what you’re saying, Mr. White, is that if you had known Rachel was drowning, you would have left Tracy and saved her instead?” Andres’ voice dripped with sarcasm.

As he spoke, he glanced at Rachel. She was lying on the bed, her fingers trembling slightly, her eyelids fluttering. Without hesitation, he switched the call to speaker.

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