Novel & Cerita Old Wives Tale Heartbeat

Isabella whispered weakly, “I—I just wanted a powerful child—the elf said a small piece of the Heart would make the baby stronger—” “A small piece?” the elder’s voice turned severe. “How much did you use?” Isabella’s voice was barely a whisper. “The whole thing… I ate the whole thing…” The room fell silent. Even the elder was stunned. “Foolish woman!” the elder thundered. “The proper way to use the Heart of Life is to steep a tiny sliver in water! You swallowed the entire relic?!” “I thought—I thought it would create a god—” Isabella’s voice broke as she sobbed. “The elf said a small piece would make a healthy child! I ate the whole thing, so why couldn’t I give birth to a god?”

“It’s okay. I’ll divorce her. We’ll find a match for you soon. “I’m also investigating the person who hit you with the car that day. I won’t let anyone who harms you get away with it.” I watched him carefully add fertilizer to the seeds. I had no idea what those words truly meant at the time. Renowned doctors from all over the country and abroad visited one after another. Under their treatment and with millions spent on medical care and recuperation, my body gradually recovered and gained some strength. But we still could not find a heart. A suitable replacement heart was nowhere to be found.

I saw the tragedy that Cole couldn't say no to. I opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out the orange prescription bottle. The label read Digoxin - For Heart Failure. I popped the cap and poured two pills into my hand. They were breath mints. I had switched them out weeks ago. The real heart condition? That was history. A mild murmur I had outgrown in my twenties. But when I heard Cole Lander—my Cole—had become a billionaire and settled down with some nobody orphan, I knew my old medical records were my golden ticket back into his life.

"Singer Tech's capital chain collapses. The company enters bankruptcy liquidation as all partners terminate contracts." Each headline was like a death sentence. Yvonne's business empire, her pride and joy, which she had worked so hard for in the past five years, came crashing down just like that. I watched the basement's live feed. When Yvonne saw the news too, she madly cursed me. This was the success she wanted so badly. Now, I was making sure she saw it clearly. "Mr. Guzman, your parents have arrived," Oswald reported. I immediately stood up and walked toward the door. The door opened, and there stood my travel-worn parents, Bernard Guzman and Joyce White.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

When I hung up with a clean click, my ears were finally at peace, but my heart felt heavy and stifling like it had been stuffed with cotton. The way Oliver cried kept flashing through my mind—tears and snot all over his face, gasping like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and wiping his tears while screaming, "Don't go." Was he auditioning for a soap opera or something?

whirr Her heart was gone… What was beating in her chest?

"Since your son was my patient, tell me his name. What was he being treated for? What medication did I prescribe?" The old woman's eyes began to dart around. She wouldn't meet my gaze. Her eyes kept shifting left and right. "M-My son's name was…" she stammered. "He had heart disease…" "What kind of heart disease? A heart attack? Heart failure? Arrhythmia? Or something else?" "It was…just heart disease…" "Then what medication did I prescribe?" "I… How am I supposed to remember the names of all those medicines? All I know is that you killed him…"

He felt that his heart was beating uncontrollably. Furthermore, the heartbeat was getting heavier. The heartbeat sounded like a drum. “Haha! I have transcended again! Eighty-second level!” “Holy crap! Father-in-law, are you sure your cultivation is correct? It’s not an illusion, is it? How can it be so fast? It’s less than a minute ago, right?”

Liam's sudden movement startled the old man, but when he realized Liam was just trying to feel his pulse, he relaxed visibly and said, smiling, "Young man, are you a doctor?" Liam nodded slightly, then replied, "I dabble a little in medicine. Sir, I can tell from your face that you have a weak heart, and this is further confirmed after I feel your pulse. Do you frequently experience palpitations and ringing in your ears? Do you also sweat a lot yet feel chilly at times?" The old man nodded, looking amazed. "Yes, all of them! How did you know that?"