Chapter 179

Chapter 179:

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Cathryn’s condition had worsened enough to require the ICU, where machines hummed in sterile vigilance. Outside the door, Andrew stood rigid—an unmoving sentinel.

The physician’s expression was bleak. “Her pneumonia went untreated for too long. It’s progressed into critical respiratory failure. Whether she makes it through the night… depends on her will.”

Andrew didn’t take his eyes off the closed door. His fists tightened until bone strained against skin, the crack of his knuckles puncturing the stillness. Every bit of this was on him.

A step behind, Gavin exhaled softly, the weight of his sigh carrying unspoken reproach.

Andrew cut him a sharp look. “Say what you came to say.”