Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY FIRST LOVE: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

**Glimmers of Hope**The sterile smell of antiseptic and the soft hum of medical equipment filled Samuel’s room, but today there was a different atmosphere. For the first time in days, Claire felt a sliver of hope. Samuel’s condition had stabilized overnight, and though he was still unconscious, the doctors had reassured them that his vitals were improving little by little. It was a fragile improvement, but it was something—something Claire clung to with every ounce of strength she had left.Claire sat by Samuel’s bedside, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. The faint color returning to his cheeks was a small victory, a sign that maybe, just maybe, they were turning a corner. She reached out, gently squeezing his hand. “Keep fighting, Sam,” she whispered. “We’re right here with you.”Ethan entered the room, carrying a fresh cup of coffee. He handed it to Claire, who accepted it with a grateful nod. They had been living in the hospital for days, surviving on caffeine and sh

**Lines Drawn**Claire’s heart raced as she pushed past Mr. Allen and entered Samuel’s hospital room. The tension in the hallway still clung to her like a heavy shroud, and Michael’s warning echoed in her mind: **“Be careful who you trust.”** It was a warning she couldn’t afford to ignore, especially now, with everything at stake.Samuel lay in his bed, his eyes half- with quiet reassurance. “Just focus on getting better, buddy. We’ll handle everything else.”But even as Ethan spoke, Claire could see the worry etched into his face. She could feel the same tension in herself, the weight of the lawsuit, “Michael,” Claire said, her voice edged with suspicion. “What are you doing here?”Michael turned around slowly, his expression shifting from surprise to calm, as if he had expected this confrontation. Lillian glanced between her parents and Michael, sensing the tension but unsure of what was happening.“Claire, Ethan,” Michael said, his tone measured. “I’m sorry for the sudden visit,

**Racing Against Time**The rhythmic beeping of Samuel’s heart monitor was a stark reminder of how fragile their situation was. Claire, Ethan, and Mr. Grant stood tense and alert as the footsteps outside Samuel’s room grew louder, echoing ominously down the hospital corridor. Claire’s pulse quickened, her mind flashing to the message about the private security firm that had been hired by the developers—a group known for intimidation, not restraint.“Ethan, we have to move now,” Claire whispered, her voice taut with urgency. “We can’t let them get to Samuel.”Ethan nodded, his expression set with determination. “Grant, what’s our best move? We can’t fight them here.”Mr. Grant looked toward the door, his face strained. “There’s a service elevator at the end of the hall that leads directly to the ambulance bay. If we’re quick, we can get Samuel down without being seen.”Samuel watched his parents, his eyes wide but calm. Despite his frail state, he seemed to understand the gravity of th

** In the Lion’s Den**The house shook with the force of each pounding knock, the heavy thuds echoing through the walls like a relentless drumbeat of impending danger. Claire’s breath caught in her throat as she stood frozen, the weight of the situation pressing down on her like a vise. They had made it home, but now it felt like a trap—every window, every door a potential breach point for the men outside.Ethan quickly ushered Samuel and Lillian into the back room, his eyes darting toward the nearest exit. The SUV headlights flooded through the front windows, casting long, ominous shadows across the floor. Claire could see the silhouettes of the men outside, pacing and shouting orders as they prepared to storm the house.“We have to get out of here,” Ethan said urgently, his voice edged with fear but laced with determination. “There’s no telling what they’ll do once they’re in.”Claire nodded, her mind racing as she tried to formulate a plan. “The basement,” she whispered, pointing t

**The Evidence **Claire’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she sped away from the factory, her heart pounding against her ribs. The streets were eerily quiet, the only sound being the roar of the engine and the frantic thump of her pulse. The evidence on the laptop was the lifeline they so desperately needed, but the cost of obtaining it hung heavy in her mind.She couldn’t shake the image of Michael, bleeding and vulnerable, left behind in the chaos. His sacrifice weighed on her, a stark reminder of the price of truth in this twisted game. Claire’s thoughts raced alongside her car as she navigated the darkened streets, her eyes darting to the rearview mirror every few seconds, half-expecting to see the developers’ security team in pursuit.The city seemed to stretch on forever, the familiar routes now tinged with an ominous aura. Every turn felt like a gamble, every intersection a potential trap. Claire’s mind spun with possibilities—had Michael truly been on her side, or