NovelStartDylan was like deadly poison to the Swifts. He had deliberately lured Marla away at that time. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let him go so easily.
After all, Marshall was already in a coma. So, all she could do was cling tightly to Dylan and refuse to let go.
But...
Marla opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, yet words failed her completely at this moment. Then, a sharp alarm blared from the machine beside the bed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe immediately whipped around.
She wasn't the only one who heard it. The doctors outside did, too. They rushed in instantly and pushed her aside as they began emergency resuscitation.
Marla stood frozen, phone still in hand, staring blankly at Marshall on the bed. He had an oxygen mask over his face.
Just days ago, he had smiled and told her that once he was free of his responsibilities, he would take her traveling around the world. He knew she had never truly moved on, so he wanted to help her in this way.
All these years, no matter how willful she had been, he had always accepted and indulged her. In fact, when Dylan first proposed taking the injured Noelle away, Marshall had objected.
But at that time, she had stopped him. When their eyes met, he must have seen the malice in her gaze. Yet, he hadn't reproached her. Instead, he had allowed her to make that choice.
Marla had never imagined that this one decision would cost them so dearly. Now, Marshall lay there lifeless as the doctors worked on him.
She thought he must have heard her phone call just now. After all, the doctors had said his condition was stable and that he would wake in a day or two.
But now, she suddenly had a feeling that it wasn't that he was unable to wake up, but that he simply didn't want to. Because it was too unbearable-the situation they were facing was simply too unbearable.
Dylan had taken everything from them-everything he had spent a lifetbuilding. They had already lost Seline, and now even their worldly possessions were gone. And soon, they would be buried under crushing debt.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSo, what was left in this world for Marshall to hold on to? Marla stared at him. She knew all of this was the consequence of her wrong choice. . She also knew that even if he woke up, their dire circumstances wouldn't imprlAt most, there would just be one more person to shoulder the debt.
Yet, she still desperately hoped he would hold on because she couldn't lose him, too. If even he left her, how was she supposed to go on? "Ma'am, please step outside," the nurse said.
Soon, Marla was pushed out, her steps unsteady.
The moment the nurse closed the door behind her, Marla collapsed to the floor. Then, with her hands clasped together, she began to pray with absolute sincerity.
Before this, she had done the same. She had pleaded with God, staring at the stark white walls of the hospital, NO begging for just a shred of mercy.
But it seemed like no one was listening. Last thad been no different, and this twas the same.
The door soon opened again, and out cthe doctor. He looked at her e with pity and shook his head lightly. "I'm sorry. We did everything we could."
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