Semua Bab A Pulse And Betrayal : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Chapter 112 – Figure out what you want.Chris’s POVI stepped out of the bakery.The door closed behind me, but my heart was still inside.My steps were heavy. My hands were shaking, but not from cold….from anger. From confusion. From pain.I didn’t know where I was going, but I just walked. Fast. Like if I stopped, I would explode.Diana. That woman.I didn’t know whether to scream or cry.She let him drag her like that? How could he do such a thing to her? And she didn’t move.She just stood there. Looking tired. Looking guilty.Maybe I shouldn’t care this much.Maybe I shouldn’t feel like this.But I did.I reached the street and paused. My heart was pounding in my chest like it was trying to escape. I placed both hands on my head and looked up at the sky. It was cloudless, yet I felt like it should rain. It felt like one of those days where the world should match your pain.But it didn’t.People passed me, laughing, smiling, holding hands.I wanted to scream at them.“Don’t you se

Chapter 114 – protecting my grandsonMrs. Rose’s POVThe morning light was soft when it came through the window, painting the walls with a pale gold. It was one of those mornings where the air feels calm, yet inside my chest, my heart was not quiet. I sat quietly at the small table in the corner of the room, my hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea. The steam curled upward and touched my face, but I hardly noticed.It had been many weeks since I came here, and now… Diana was finally recovering and had started her Baking business. Her skin had color again, her voice was stronger, and the heavy tiredness in her eyes was fading. I had been with her every day, helping her eat, making sure she took her medicine, sitting beside her when the nights were long and full of worry. I had done everything a mother would do for her child, and maybe even more.And now… it was time to go.I told myself this again and again in my head. It was time for me to leave. My work here was done. But my heart…

Chapter 116 –star illness Diana’s POVThe hospital doors slid open with a soft hiss, but it felt like they were roaring in my ears. I held Star close, my arm wrapped tight around him. His head rested on my shoulder, his body still burning with fever.The air inside the hospital smelled of antiseptic …sharp and clean, almost too clean. Nurses moved quickly through the halls, their shoes making soft squeaks against the polished floor. Somewhere far away, a machine beeped steadily.A nurse came toward me. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes already scanning Star.“He’s burning with fever,” I said quickly. “He… he has something strange on his back. It’s glowing.”The nurse didn’t waste time. She called for another nurse, and they took us to a small room. Star was laid gently on the bed, and I stood at his side, holding his hand.“Don’t leave me,” he whispered.“I won’t,” I promised.They worked quickly. One nurse prepared a syringe, the other held a small tube. “We need to take some bloo

CHAPTER 118 – Long Night’s WorkDiana’s POVThe morning came slowly.I opened my eyes to the faint light coming through the curtain.The air was still cool.For a few seconds, I just lay there on the bed, feeling the softness of the blanket and the slight ache in my back from yesterday’s work.But when I thought about the doctor’s words, the cost of the test, and Star’s warm little face, my body refused to rest.I had no choice.If I wanted to save him, I had to work harder than I had ever worked before.I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and whispered to myself, “Another day, Diana. You can do this.”The smell of flour still lingered in the air from last night’s late baking.This was my life now….baking in the morning, baking in the afternoon, baking at night … until my arms and legs felt heavy and my eyes burned.But stopping was not an option.Star needed me.And the doctor had given me no other choice but to find the money.I went to my kitchen.It was narrow, but it was my world.On one si

Chapter 120 – star behavior Diana’s POVIt was 3:00am, I was lying on my side, eyes half–closed, when I noticed it. I woke up and noticed that the staff wasn’t sleeping as close to as usual and it felt strange. Everything was quiet.Too quiet.No voices from inside the house.Not even the faint hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. So I decided to leave the bed and go look for my boy not for me to start hearing A smell.It was not the smell of toast or eggs or coffee.Not the smell of something cooking.It was stronger.Sharper.Cold. Raw.Like the smell of a butcher shop early in the morning.Like fresh meat that had never been touched by heat.I frowned.My mind told me it was nothing …maybe just my imagination.But my body didn’t believe it.My body stiffened under the blanket.The smell wasn’t faint.It was real.It was here, in the house.The cold air touched my arms, and goosebumps rose.I listened.Nothing.But the smell… it was stronger now.I swung my legs over the side