Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts novel Chapter 234

Ines couldn't think of anything else, and stumbled into the hospital room with Ethan half-hugging her waist, afraid she might accidentally fall again.

In the room, Hunter was hooked up to all sorts of medical tubes, eyes tightly closed.

Ines's heart tightened as she watched him in silence.

Hunter seemed to sense her, slowly opened his eyes, held a steady gaze with her, and smiled a little.

Then he looked at Ethan. Sensing something was wrong, Ethan led Ines to sit down beside the bed.

Hunter opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He managed to lift his hand, and Ethan immediately placed Ines's hand in his.

Hunter's deep and long gaze lingered on Ines's face, as if he was reluctant to let go, yearning, yet relieved. His focus gradually blurred, and his lips moved slightly, but no one could hear what he was trying to say.

Ines watched him quietly, suddenly panicked and pressed his emaciated face tightly against his own, gently whispering, "Dad."

The sound was not loud, but Ethan heard it, and Silas and Eda on the side also heard it. Emma, standing at the door of the ward, started to cry even harder.

Hunter was first startled, then he slowly smiled.

"Izzy... Daddy's Izzy..."

His words came out slowly, with great difficulty, but each word was pronounced so everyone could hear clearly.

Ines felt as if she had been struck by lightning, a voice echoing, "Daddy's Izzy."

The voice was filled with helplessness yet full of affection.

A memory flashed in her mind. Hunter tightened his face and prepared to teach her a lesson. His hand was raised, but in the end, he just lightly swatted her butt. She knew it was just to scare her, it didn’t hurt that much, and she giggled and ran away.

After saying those words, Hunter's face suddenly turned to one side. Ines felt her heart stop. She was suffocating, tears unconsciously streaming down her face.

The alarm indicating the end of life sounded in the room. Ines couldn't hear anything, she just held her chest and clung tightly to the hand in hers.

Doctors and nurses rushed in, their voices clinical, "The patient has passed away. The time of death is 4:30 am."