One hour later, Khloe stood outside the emergency room, eyes fixed on the light above the door. She didn't blink, afraid that if she looked away for even a second, it might go out.
She forced herself to stay calm, but her mind was a chaotic storm of thoughts.
Her phone vibrated suddenly.
It was a message from Arista: [We'll be there in twelve hours.]
When Nick had been rushed in, his condition had already been critical. The hospital immediately issued a critical condition notice, requiring family members to be notified and to sign consent forms.
Torn and anxious, Khloe had called Arista.
What if…
They had a right to see him one last time.
Yet in her mind, she was still trapped in the image of Nick, utterly lifeless, being wheeled into the emergency room. She wished, more than anything, that this was just a nightmare.
Had fate decided that happiness was never meant to last? That those who were too happy would always be torn apart?
"Nick," she whispered, her hand gently resting on her belly. "You promised that the three of us would always be together. You can't go back on your word."
A sliver of light crept in through the window at the end of the hallway. Dawn had come. But in her world, everything was still shrouded in darkness.
…
Meanwhile, in Goldmont City.
"Mr. Fox, Miss Talois, this villa offers a spectacular view. You can overlook the entire city, and directly across, you can see Cloud Palace. It's just ten minutes' drive to Cloud Palace Garden, a national-level park with pristine ecology," the sales manager explained meticulously.

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