Chapter 135
Chapter 135:
Reyna’s startled voice sliced through the silence. “Gracie, what’s wrong p>
For a moment, Gracie stood frozen, the color draining from her face as reality sank its claws into her heart. Then, forcing her voice steady, she murmured, “Something urgent came up. Be good while I’m gone, okay? If you need anything, ask the caregiver p>
Reyna gave a small, trusting nod, her tone soft and obedient. “I will. Don’t worry about me. Go p>
Gracie barely heard her. The echo of the news pulsed violently through her mind as she stumbled down the stark hospital hallway, her chest tightening until every breath burned.
In her previous life, Jeffrey had lived well—up until the moment of her own death. Yet now, in this twisted version of fate, he had met an untimely end. How could destiny diverge so sharply? Had her rebirth distorted the threads of time itself?
Her trembling fingers fumbled with her phone as she slid into her car. She booked the earliest possible flight to Lemburg, where Jeffrey had been on business.
She couldn’t rest—not until she saw the truth with her own eyes.
The airport was crowded when she arrived, the air thick with noise and motion, but her thoughts were a storm she couldn’t silence. There was still half an hour before boarding. And then, through the blur of movement, a familiar figure emerged.
Brayden, dressed immaculately in black, stood before her, his expression somber and knowing. “You’re going to Lemburg because of Jeffrey, aren’t you p>
Gracie met his gaze, her lips parting, but no sound escaping. Words failed them both as they stood amid the ceaseless tide of travelers, staring at each other.
When the plane touched down, they didn’t speak. They went straight to the hospital.
And when the white sheet was drawn back, revealing Jeffrey’s lifeless, broken form, Gracie’s knees nearly gave out. Her heart shattered in silence. “No… this can’t be. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this p>
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Brayden caught her before she collapsed completely, easing her onto a nearby bench. His voice was gentle but restrained. “Wait here. I’ll take care of the formalities p>
She nodded faintly, her mind a blur, while he strode toward the medical counter.
His composure was firm, his movements efficient, but his shoulders carried a quiet grief.
By the time everything was finalized, the moon hung coldly over the city.
Leaving the police station, they passed through the lingering sorrow of wailing families.
“I’ve reserved two rooms at a nearby hotel,” Brayden murmured. “You need to rest p>
She turned her hollow gaze on him. “What about you? You’ve been handling everything nonstop. You’ll collapse if you don’t rest p>
“I’ll go with you,” he replied, his voice low but resolute. “The investigation concluded it was a multi-car collision—nothing but an accident p>
Gracie’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “An accident? You really believe that? Massive pileups like this are incredibly rare, and it just happens to involve Jeffrey p>