Chapter 459: Chapter 458: I Beg You, Save Her
Leona Grant was on the verge of collapse, as if in disbelief. A few seconds later, he ran over and supported her. "Annabelle Linton!"
Annabelle Linton was unconscious, her eyes vacant. Her voice was just a thread of air. "I hate... you all..."
"Annabelle Linton! Annabelle Linton!" The two Leona Grants shook her, shouting in unison.
Then, Leona Grant picked her up and rushed outside desperately. "Annabelle Linton, Annabelle Linton, hang on! I’m taking you to the hospital right now!"
In truth, Annabelle Linton had already died on the spot after speaking her last words...
When the car reached the hospital, Leona Grant burst inside in a frenzy, carrying Annabelle Linton.
A trail of blood stretched down the cold corridor, like withered roses blooming across an entire garden.
"Doctor! Doctor!" Leona Grant screamed frantically. "Get the fuck out here, all of you! Save my wife! Save my wife, now!"
The doctors began a frantic race against time to save her.
But the Leona Grant outside the dream knew. ’They’re just putting on a show. Annabelle Linton was long dead. There was no need to save her, but they didn’t dare offend him...’
The seconds ticked by.
He stared vacantly at the ECG, at the line that had been flat from the very beginning.
The Leona Grant in the dream sat perfectly still, his face pale, lost in thought.
DING—
The light above the operating room went out. The surgery was over.
The tightly shut doors opened. Doctors and nurses filed out, followed by a gurney...
The atmosphere was thick with tension for a few seconds. Leona Grant didn’t rush forward. He just sat there, his eyes unfocused, his mind a complete blank.
The doctor removed his mask and announced apologetically, "The patient arrived too late. Before we could even begin the induced abortion, her blood pressure plummeted and her pupils dilated. I’m sorry, Mr. Grant. We were unable to save her. She was pronounced dead at 2:27:45. Please accept our condolences..."
’He was embellishing things, but her death was a fact.’
As he finished speaking, the nurses wheeled out the gurney. A figure lay on it, ramrod straight, covered by a white sheet.
’Unsuccessful...’
’Accept our condolences...’
Hearing this, Leona Grant stumbled back two steps, unable to process what had just happened.
’So, Annabelle Linton was dead. Truly dead. And he had killed her...’
The pupils of the Leona Grant in the dream constricted violently. He shot up from his chair, eyes bloodshot, and grabbed the doctor’s collar, roaring, "You can’t even save one person? Are you all a bunch of fucking incompetents? Save her! You have to bring her back to life today, or this entire hospital will be buried with her!"
They were doctors, not gods. A person’s death was decided by fate; they could only put up a final, desperate struggle.
The doctors said nothing, knowing he had lost control.
"Say something!" Leona Grant was on the verge of a complete breakdown. "Talk to me!"
Losing control, he grabbed them by the collar one by one, roaring, "Bring her back to life! She was perfectly fine an hour ago! How can she just be gone?"
"You’re lying to me, aren’t you? You’re playing some kind of sick joke, right?"
Leona Grant suddenly broke down crying. He grabbed the doctor’s arm, his body trembling as he begged, "Please, I’m begging you, save her. I haven’t given her a stable life yet... I haven’t made her happy... She always wanted me to love her, and I... I fell in love with her a long time ago. I never even got the chance to tell her. How can she die just like this...? Please, save her..."
The nurses wiped away tears as they watched Leona Grant. It was a truly heartbreaking sight.
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