My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 598:

Gracie’s voice broke the silence, softer now but still resolute. “Carrie, every couple goes through misunderstandings and conflicts. You and your husband need to trust each other. Don’t let anyone come between you.”

“Remember, my time is up. Don’t blame anyone else for it,” Gracie said, her voice low but clear, carrying a weight that made Carrie’s heart ache.

Carrie’s heart was so heavy, she didn’t catch the deeper meaning in Gracie’s words right away. The sadness clouded her thoughts, and it took a moment for the message to sink in.

“Let me see your face just one more time,” Gracie requested, her hand gently resting on the back of Carrie’s head, her touch warm but fading, like a final promise.

Carrie sat up, hurriedly wiping her tears, but it only seemed to make them flow harder. She forced a smile, though it felt more like a wound than a comfort. “Grandma, you can rest. I’ll stay with you tonight at the hospital.”

Gracie smiled softly at her, her eyes drifting shut as if the weight of the world was lifting. Slowly, her hand slipped from Carrie’s, the connection between them weakening, her grip going limp.

Carrie stood frozen, her fingers holding Gracie’s limp hand, her voice barely a whisper. “Grandma.”

But Gracie didn’t move, her body silent and still.

The door opened, and the doctor, followed by Daxton, entered the room.

The doctor gently checked for Gracie’s breath and pulse, his fingers pressing softly against her skin.

He pulled back, his expression filled with regret. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said quietly.

He reached for the blanket to pull it over Gracie’s face.

Carrie’s voice stopped him, urgent and firm. “She’s just sleeping. Don’t touch her. Don’t disturb her.”

Daxton moved closer, gently pulling her hand away. “Let her rest in peace,” he said softly, his voice calm but firm.

Carrie let go, her fingers loosening their grip. Daxton sat next to her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders in a quiet gesture of support.

She broke down completely, burying her face against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. “Gracie is gone,” she cried, her voice thick with pain. “I’ve lost everyone dear to me. There’s no one to run to now.”

“I’m here,” Daxton whispered, his hand moving through her hair in slow, soothing motions.

Carrie cried for what felt like hours, her body shaking with each sob. Eventually, the tears began to slow, but Gracie’s last words continued to echo in her mind, a constant reminder of the loss. When the silence finally settled, Carrie lifted her head and looked at the doctor, her eyes filled with confusion and hurt. “Gracie was about to be discharged,” she asked quietly. “Why did her condition suddenly get worse?”noveldrama

The doctor hesitated, his brow furrowing in thought. “It seems… nothing out of the ordinary happened. Your grandmother, Gracie, did not have visitors today. In the afternoon, Ms. Nash came by to pick up a report, but they did not interact.”

Daxton, ever steady in his support, placed a reassuring hand on Carrie’s shoulder. “You take care of Gracie’s funeral arrangements. I will check the surveillance footage to confirm what might have transpired.”

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