Chapter 1232 Chapter 1232: Noel had prepared himself to step back from the situation months ago, so now, his heart didn't ache as much as before. His only concern was Harlee's happiness.
The door shut gently, isolating Harlee and Rhys in the room once more. Rhys remained seated next to Harlee, watching her intently. He leaned forward slowly, his lips gently touching the back of her hand. After three long years, he was finally free to express his love openly. He was finally back at her side.
When Harlee awoke again, she immediately felt that something was wrong. Every tshe woke, she managed only a few words before falling again into deep sleep, a fatigue she couldn't fend off.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe looked at the IV drip above her and then the needle in her arm.
Just as she reached to remove it, Rhys entered with a bowl of freshly washed strawberries. "You're up? I have sstrawberries here. Do you want one?" He offered as he sat down, pressing a strawberry to her lips. "They're soft, easy to eat." Though not really in the mood, Harlee didn't want to dismiss his gesture and took a small bite. Then, she asked, "Where are Tonya and the others?" galnovsoffers tales worth telling At her question, Rhys' expression hardened. Just as he opened his mouth to respond, Harlee pulled the IV needle from her hand. "I realize there's something in the IV to makesleep. Rhys, keepingin the dark only makesmore anxious!" She suddenly sat up, gripping his hand firmly, and said with sincerity, "Tell me, how are they? Please..." Tears filled Harlee's eyes, threatening to spill over. She didn't need him to confirm her fears. She had already sensed the truth. If things were fine, he wouldn't conceal it from her, and they wouldn't avoid visiting. She just clung to a faint glimmer of hope.
Rhys remained quiet, focusing intently on tending to her wound.
"I know Christopher and Hamilton didn't make it. I saw them fall, struck down by gunfire." Harlee's voice quivered.
Rhys' movements paused momentarily as he attended to her injury. "Rhys, I need to know their status. Even if there's a chance one of them survived, I need to hear it." Her voice shook even more.
Rhys observed her pale face and the hopeful look in her eyes. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words emerged.
Gripping his hand firmly, Harlee said, "I can handle it." Rhys watched her for a moment and, moved by her distress, quickly finished bandaging her, helped her into a wheelchair, and wheeled her out of the room.
He remained silent throughout, bearing the weight of their shared grief silently. These people mattered as much to him as they did to Harlee, rendering him speechless.
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Rhys navigated her into the elevator, pressed the button for the fifth floor, and as the doors opened, chaos unfolded before them.
Harlee was taken aback by the sight of the hospital floor swarming with medical staff rushing in every direction. "They're tending to soldiers wounded in the recent fight," Rhys explained.
"Understood." Harlee closed her eyes briefly, gathering her strength, and then looked again, absorbing the hectic scene. By then, Rhys was already wheeling her toward the ICU.
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