Chapter 3720
Contrary to whispers of the magnate Douglas, already on the mend and off to seal a monumental deal in
Livebop, the truth was far grimmer.
Inside the sterile walls of the operating room, the urgency was palpable.
Leonel was fading, his blood loss significant.
His left leg, badly broken, would soon be pieced together with metal, and the doctors warned of a possible future
bound to a wheelchair.
The damage was that grave.
His thigh, a jigsaw of bone fragments, bore the brunt of the trauma.
Rena lingered outside the surgery room, her eyes brimming with sorrow.
Marcus was by her side, offering silent support as he held her arm, sharing the weight of her grief without
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He recalled the moment when Leonel, clinging to the last threads of awareness post-accident, implored, “Keep
this from Alexis.
I've promised to let her go.
Leonel had braced himself to be the one who endures a lifetof hardship if it had to be so.
The Leonel of old had dreamed of a Life anchored with Alexis, but he recognized the fragility of his current state,
contemplating a future marked by his injuries.
Marcus, confronted with Leonel’s resolve, was initially taken aback.
Tpassed before he could respond, finally nodding in silent consent.
“Alright,” Marcus whispered.
“We won't tell her.
No sooner had the promise been made than Leonel slipped into a coma.
The hospital's blood bank was running low on rh-negative blood.
Waylen, himself still on the mend, arrived to contribute, giving 400 milliliters of his own.
As he emerged, his pallor was evident, his complexion ashen.
Marcus sprang into action to assist Waylen, guiding him to a seat.
Olivia and Elva cquickly, their faces drained of color.
“How is everything?”
In hushed tones, Marcus responded, “Alexis and the baby are safe.
Leonel’s hurt though, with a severe fracture in his left leg.
” He had witnessed the chaotic scene firsthand and it had left him reeling.
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The operating room buzzed with a grim energy, gauze pads heavy with blood were discarded into a biohazard
container.
Leonel was stretched out, as pale as the sheet beneath him, lost in a haze where steel pins were meticulously
inserted into his flesh.
He drifted back to a memory, only sixteen, lying next to Alexis under the trailing lights of a meteor, Cordelia in
the vision with them.
Back in the present, on the sterile bed, Leonel’s hand twitched involuntarily.
He attempted to move his legs, a futile effort.
Meanwhile, Alexis, ensconced in the VIP ward, found herself ensnared by the svision.
Awakening with tears streaming down her cheeks, she searched the room, slowly recalling the events that led
her there.
Rena was at her side in a heartbeat, clutching her hand.
“Alexis?”
Her voice raspy with concern, Alexis managed to ask, “Leonel, Cordelia~ where are they?”