Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 704:

Meanwhile, Ronald arrived to pick him up, only to be taken aback by Brian’s appearance. His usually crisp suit was wrinkled, his hair was a mess, and there was an unusual exhaustion in his eyes. Concerned, Ronald hurried over. “What on earth happened to you last night?”

“Take me to Yvonne,” Brian ordered immediately. “I need to see her now.”

On the way, Brian made several calls—to the funeral home, to contacts, to anyone who could give him answers. Finally, he got the confirmation he needed: Rachel’s body had never been cremated. That meant only one thing—Rachel was alive.

Yvonne had gone to extreme lengths, spinning a lie that had shattered him, leaving behind nothing but regret.

He had to see her. He needed answers.

Yvonne had clearly seen this coming. When Brian arrived at her place, it was Norton who greeted him at the door.

When Brian demanded to see Yvonne, Norton gave a brief nod. “I’ll go get her.”

Without another word, he turned and walked into the bedroom.noveldrama

A moment later, Norton returned, visibly frustrated and helpless. Brian didn’t need an explanation. One look at Norton’s face told him everything.

“She’s not here, is she?” he asked coldly.

“She’s not. What do you need her for?” Norton asked warily.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩: g𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈𝗏𝗲𝗅𝘀꞉𝗰𝗼𝗺

His sharp gaze swept over Brian, quickly taking in the obvious signs—his rushed arrival, the disheveled state of his clothes, and the tension radiating from him. Whatever had brought Brian here in such a state had to be something serious.

“Rachel isn’t dead,” Brian said through gritted teeth. “And if I had to guess, this is all Yvonne’s doing.”

Norton froze. “What? That can’t be right. She was buried. There’s a grave and everything.”

“It was all just a performance for me,” Brian said flatly.

“Rachel being alive is a miracle,” Norton mused. “And knowing Yvonne, she’s probably gone into hiding somewhere.”

His guess was spot on. Yvonne had fled the country and stayed abroad for an entire month. During that time, Brian searched relentlessly, but it was as if Rachel had vanished into thin air.

When Yvonne heard the news, she let out a long sigh of relief. She picked up her phone and dialed Allan. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re the one who helped Rachel, aren’t you?”

Allan chuckled. “Yes.”

“Thank you, Allan. If possible, keep her hidden for as long as you can. Brian doesn’t deserve to see her.”

Just as Yvonne ended the call, a knock sounded at the door. She barely spared it a thought, assuming it was room service, and pulled the door open.

But the moment she saw who was standing there, she froze.

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