A Cue For Love

A Cue for Love Chapter 353

Just A Sister

At the hospital, Lionel slumped against the wall outside the emergency room. His legs had given away, and his eyes had glazed over in shock.

Blood covered both his hands, the residual warmth seeping into his cold bones. He trembled uncontrollably as his entire being succumbed to fear.

The terror he felt at that moment was like nothing he had experienced before. It was like a black hole that loomed over him, ready to engulf him at any given time.

The fear was beyond just worry for his sister’s life. A more sinister concern lurked beneath what was meant to be brotherly care. Lionel had tried to dismiss the thought whenever it surfaced in the past, but now, it haunted him every second. Is Lia really just a sister to me?

The red light above the doors to the operating theatre turned off.

Lionel scrambled to his feet and waited anxiously for the doctor.

The doctor exited the operating theatre with a frown on his face. He passed Lionel a piece of paper with the words “Notice of Critical Illness” written in bold at the top of the page.

“You’re the patient’s family, aren’t you? Please sign on this paper. The patient is not in good condition. The poison has entered her veins, so even if we proceed with a stomach pump, the odds are not looking good for her. It’d be best if you could prepare yourself to say goodbye. Treasure your last moments together,” the doctor announced grimly.

as the world around him swirled, and it

of critical illness

but did not move to accept it. “Sir, please sign on the

impossible that you can’t save her! You must be incompetent. I don’t believe a single word you

was no stranger

than good, and the process would take up precious

deepest condolences,” the doctor said

hear me?” Lionel was on the brink of insanity. He clutched

your head on, you would know that the wise thing to do is to keep the patient

fell silent. His fingers loosened up as he slowly let

shuffled toward the intensive care

a coma. Her eyes were shut tight as if she were

“Lia…”

serene expression on her face reminded Lionel

had always been a quiet sleeper—a cherub that was a blessing to

were certain things that Lionel did not want to admit, but the seeds of affection had been sowed in his heart. His feelings for Lia sprouted and budded, its roots reaching into the depths of his soul as his love blossomed into a flower that