Semua Bab A Second Chance: The Billionaire's Quest for Forgiveness : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Days passed in a quiet, uneventful rhythm.Prisley continued her daily visits to the hospital, accompanying Spencer through his treatments, chatting with him, and helping him with his memory recovery.At the office, Heath wasn't particularly engrossed in his usual work.Instead, a constant stream of different individuals came and went from his office, delivering various proposals and samples.At a glance, it was clear these weren't related to the company's typical market procurement.Steve pushed open the door, a look of suspicion on his face, to find two salespeople meticulously presenting something in Heath's office.Several display boards, adorned with various renderings, stood beside the desk.The expansive desktop was covered by open design catalogs, and beside them, an open jewelry box held dazzling, glittering gemstones.Heath stood before the renderings, examining them intently while listening to the salespeople's presentation.Noticing Steve, Heath dismissed the salespeople.

Spencer’s condition had continued to improve—faster than anyone had expected.Each day, he recovered more fragments of memory. Moments he had shared with Prisley began to return to him, like pearls rising from the depths of a once-lost sea.The doctors were optimistic. They said he would soon be discharged and could begin his rehabilitation at home. Hearing that, Prisley finally allowed herself a sigh of relief.That week, Heath suddenly told her he’d need to travel abroad for a few days—an important business negotiation, he said.Prisley, though reluctant to see him go, was so preoccupied at the hospital that she didn’t question it. She simply kissed him goodbye and wished him luck.Two days later, to her surprise, Heath showed up at the hospital. After a brief visit with Spencer, he turned to Prisley.“I have a dinner event tonight,” he said with a soft smile. “Something quite formal—I’d like you to come with me.”Prisley was taken aback but nodded. She picked out a pale lilac gown

Heath’s anguished scream tore through the night sky, thick with despair and regret.He could only watch, helpless, as the woman he loved slipped away like a dry leaf caught in the wind—carried off into the darkness, swallowed by the unforgiving sea.The splash that followed echoed like a blade plunging straight into his heart. Every drop of blood in his veins turned to ice.Then, without hesitation, he leapt in after her.By the time Steve rushed over, Heath had already disappeared into the black water.Panic surged in Steve’s chest, but he forced himself to stay calm. He barked orders at the security crew, calling for backup. Within seconds, they were lowering a rescue boat, guards scrambling aboard in life jackets, flashlights in hand.But the lavish lights of the yacht reached only so far—the rest of the ocean remained shrouded in thick, ominous dark. There was no sign of Prisley. No sign of Heath.The music had stopped.Guests gathered, murmuring in confusion and fear.“What happ

Waking up the next day, Heath immediately called Steve to inquire about the search and rescue efforts."I know you're anxious, but the ocean is vast, and they need time. Try to be a little more patient. I've already notified the police in all coastal cities and offered a hefty reward. There will be results.""But Steve, you know how much pain I'm in." Only in front of his long-time friend did Heath dare to expose the raw vulnerability within him.Steve offered a comforting reply, "I know. Don't worry, I'll do everything I can."Heath sank heavily onto the mattress, his body feeling utterly drained of strength. For the first time, he felt so utterly weak, so utterly helpless.Even the lingering physical weakness from his coma and recovery after the car accident, which had lasted half a year, was not a fraction of the current despair.He thought, perhaps immersing himself in work would dull the pain.At least in the past, whenever he felt low, he always used work to numb himself. So, he

After they chatted for a while, sensing Heath was in a relatively good mood, Steve mustered his courage and asked, "About the search and rescue... what are your thoughts?"Silence hung on the line for a long moment before Heath slowly began to speak."I don't care about the money. Alive or dead, I want a result. ““Without any evidence, I refuse to believe she's gone. Not unless I see it with my own eyes."Steve had more to say, but he swallowed his words. He knew further persuasion would be futile.Heath's feelings for Prisley were beyond simple words.A moment later, Heath gave a bitter laugh."Actually, I know I should have accepted reality sooner... But you know, Steve... I can't... I'd rather die myself..."Heath covered his eyes, his voice thick with emotion. He never easily showed his true inner self to outsiders.Only in front of Prisley could he be his most relaxed self. And, well, Steve was okay too.Only on opposite ends of a phone call, with Steve unable to see him, did he