His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 730

Some tubes were for blood transfusions, some for oxygen, others for monitoring his vitals. Not much time had passed, but he looked so gaunt he was almost unrecognizable. The once-dashing, indomitable titan of the business world now looked like a shattered vase that could never be pieced back together.

Niamh couldn't control her tears as they streamed down her face, each one a heavy drop. Her heart felt like it was being sawed apart with a dull blade, and the pain made it hard to even breathe. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't bear to leave.

When she closed her eyes, the image was seared into her mind: Jonathan swerving his car in front of hers at the last possible second, the impact sending him and his vehicle flying into the river. The scene replayed over and over.

The river water… it must have been freezing…

She had jumped into the ocean once and knew that suffocating, icy cold. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Just as she instinctively reached out to touch him, a nurse's voice broke the silence of the ICU.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Rivers, your time is up. You need to leave now."

Niamh’s eyes snapped open, blurry with tears. She didn't even know how she walked out of the ICU. It was as if her body had left, but her heart had remained behind.

Outside the ICU, in the oppressively quiet corridor, a few people approached, and Niamh came face-to-face with them. Sprague, Marigold, and Clifford Thomas all stopped in their tracks.

Niamh instinctively lowered her gaze, unable to meet their eyes. By now, they surely knew that she was the reason Jonathan was in this state. She didn't know if she should apologize. An apology would only ease her own conscience; it wouldn’t make Sprague and Marigold forgive her. As for Clifford…

Niamh pressed her lips together. For the first time, she felt she couldn't face him.

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