Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 648:

“Everything is set.”

Natalia pointed urgently at Rachel. “She’s my dearest friend. Get her to the doctor right now. Move quickly!”

“Understood.”

The team sprang into action, swiftly moving Rachel to the helicopter. A doctor was already waiting on board, working urgently as they prepared for takeoff. Despite his determined efforts, the deep lines of concern on his face offered little reassurance to those left behind.

Inside the venue, Carol leaned heavily on her cane, striking the floor with what little strength she had left. Her voice, though frail, rang out with fierce authority. “Call Brian. Demand he come back immediately. Tell him that if anything happens to Rachel, he’ll be dead to me forever!”

Each word trembled with emotion, carrying the full weight of her resolve.

Ronald stepped forward, visibly trembling as he spoke. “The call’s already been made… He… he left his phone in the car. One of his aides answered instead.”

“What did he say?” Carol pressed, her cane rapping sharply against the floor.

“He left in a rush, and the aide couldn’t reach him,” Ronald replied, wiping cold sweat from his brow.noveldrama

Carol’s face darkened with anger. “He’s unbelievable!” she spat, and suddenly doubled over, coughing up blood.

“Mom!” Aron and Debby rushed to her side in alarm.

𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙙𝗶𝙨𝗰𝗼𝙫𝗲𝗿𝙮 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩷⪻𝖼𝗈𝗺

Carol collapsed into Hector’s arms, her strength completely drained, unable to speak another word.

The ambulance called for Rachel now carried Carol to the hospital as well.

Meanwhile, at the storm-lashed seaside, the wind howled and waves crashed relentlessly against jagged rocks. The coastline loomed, wild and dangerous, the rocks like grim sentinels against the raging surf.

Atop the highest outcrop, Tracy stood bound, flanked by two men.

When she spotted Brian, she cried out in relief, her voice trembling with emotion. “Brian, over here! I’m here!”

Her tears were mingled with a triumphant smile. More than relief, there was a certain vindication—Brian had come for her, choosing her on Rachel’s wedding day. In that moment, it was clear who truly held a place in his heart.

Tracy’s hair whipped around her face, and the marks left by the ropes stood out sharply on her skin, but she was oblivious to all of it. “Brian, you came! I knew you would. I never doubted it for a moment.”

But Brian paid her no heed, his attention fixed on the men standing beside her, his expression steely and resolute.

Brian’s focus remained locked on the kidnappers. His voice was cold and commanding. “You have ten seconds to release her.”

One of the men scoffed. “Sure, but it’ll cost you—one hundred million dollars.”

“Bank details,” Brian demanded without hesitation.

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