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Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 592
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Chapter 592: "Jeffrey," she said firmly, "you always start stuttering when you're nervous. Did you notice that?" “I—Is that so?" Jeffrey stammered. “I was just nervous because it's been a while since we last saw each other." Rachel's eyes hardened. "Are you still lying to me? Showyour wrist." Without waiting, she reached for his arm. Jeffrey hesitated and instinctively pulled away, unwilling to let her see. Yvonne, realizing Rachel needed the truth, spoke up. "Jeffrey, don't hide it. Tell your sister, or she'll only worry more." After a brief pause, Jeffrey gave in. Rachel carefully took his hand and pulled up his sleeve. The moment she saw the fresh scar, her breath caught. If she hadn't seen it herself, she might not have believed it. But there was no mistaking it. A wound like that, only recently healed, could mean just one thing: Jeffrey had tried to take his own life.

Rachel's eyes filled with tears, and before she knew it, they spilled over.

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"Rachel, please... don't cry," Jeffrey panicked.

Rachel ran her fingers lightly over the scar, her voice trembling. "Does it still hurt?" "It doesn't hurt anymore," Jeffrey said quickly. "Please, don't be sad. I'm sorry. I swear I won't do anything this foolish again." No matter how much he reassured her, Rachel couldn't shake the ache in her heart.

"Rachel, I really mean it this time. I know I was wrong. I'll listen to you from now on, I promise." Пore coapters @ glnov☐☐☐co Rachel folded her arms and turned away, pretending not to hear him.

On the way home, Jeffrey tried to lighten the mood, but Rachel couldn't let it go. This wasn't something she could forgive with mere words. She forced herself into silence, refusing to give in.

Suddenly, Jeffrey pressed a hand to his forehead and murmured weakly, "Rachel, I... I feel really dizzy." When they were kids, Jeffrey would always pretend to feel weak whenever Rachel scolded him, and she'd fall for it every time. But this time, Rachel was determined not to be fooled again.

"Rachel, I swear, I'm really dizzy. I'm not faking it.” She studied his face, noting the genuine pallor and the way his hand trembled against his forehead. He didn't look like he was pretending-he actually seemed unwell.

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Rachel hurriedly reached out to steady Jeffrey. She studied him, m carefully, realizing his exhaustion wasn't an act-he looked genuinely drained and weak. "Here, drink swater first."

Jeffrey took a few sips before resting his head briefly against Rachel's shoulder. His face remained pale, Stace exhaustion clear in his features. "Do you feel any better? Or are you still really tired?" Rachel asked, worry lacing her voice.

Yvonne offered a suggestion. "Maybe he hasn't been eating or sleeping well these past few days. That wouldn explain his weakness. Don't stress too much-let's get him sproper food so he can regain his strength. With rest and good meals, he'll recover." Her reasoning eased Rachel's anxiety. "Do you feel a bit better now?"