The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 824

Penelope had been planning to head out anyway, so she offered to drive Heather to the hospital.

During the ride, Heather was a bundle of raw nerves, completely consumed by panic.

Penelope shot her a sidelong glance, feigning nonchalance. "Where are your parents? With Heath this sick, they should be at the hospital taking care of him too."

Heather wrung her hands tightly. "They passed away. It's just the two of us now."

"I see. No wonder you feel so cornered. If you still had a mother or father, they could at least shoulder some of the burden."

"I don't need his help. He's already done enough for Heath."

"Who is 'he'?"

"No one."

Penelope narrowed her eyes. A father who murdered for his son, a sister who tried to sell herself for her brother... They certainly went to extremes to protect their own. But to the family of their victim, it was nothing short of sickening and ironic.

By the time Heather rushed into the hospital, Heath had already been transferred to the ICU. The doctor delivered the grim news: Heath was in critical condition, and it was a coin toss whether he would survive the night. If he pulled through, they could continue treatment, but the odds were bleak.

"You should contact your family. Let them say their final goodbyes," the doctor said, shaking his head with a heavy sigh before walking away.

Heather nearly collapsed onto the floor.

"How could this happen... How could it get this bad..." She pressed her face against the ICU glass, staring at her brother on the hospital bed, her features twisting with agonizing grief and bitter denial.

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