First Loves Return Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 568

Chapter 568 

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Mariela lay in the intensive care unit for three days. 

On the fourth day, the doctor said visitation was allowed. 

Every day from 230 to 3:00 pm, there was a half–hour visiting time. 

On the first visit, Lennon wanted to see Mariela, but Deandre firmly refused. 

Lennon didn’t argue with Deandre. 

His daughter had been harmed several times before, almost losing her life. This time, her life was hanging by a thread, 

Putting himself in Deandre’s shoes, if he were Deandre, he would also refuse to let that dangerous man near his daughter. 

Lennon understood Deandre. 

But he still couldn’t suppress the discomfort in his heart. 

These days, he was mentally and physically exhausted. 

Mariela had just been saved from the brink of death, and then his father had this mishap. 

There was Nikolas, who had caused chaos in the Stark family, making them restless. 

After a few words with Deandre, Lennon turned and left. 

Before reaching Royce’s ward, Lennon could hear a heated argument from a distance. 

It sounded like Rayne was arguing with someone. 

Lennon quickened his pace, turned the corner of the corridor, and arrived at the door of Royce’s ward. 

From a distance, he only heard Rayne’s voice. As he got closer, the argument became clearer, and Royce’s weak voice reached Lennon’s ears. 

Royce said, “Why are you stopping me? It’s better to die than to live like this. After all, I’m going to die sooner or later.” 

Rayne cried out, “Do you want to die? Do you want to leave your parents and Lenny behind? How can they accept this?” 

“What’s the use of accepting it?” Royce’s voice rose slightly, hoarse.“The doctors said I have at most one month left. Whether I die early or late, I’m still going to die!” 

“A month is still time!” Rayne cried.“Living one more day is one more day.” 

Royce’s voice also had a sobbing tone, sounding extremely uncomfortable. 

“I’m suffering like this. I wake up in pain every night. I’m constantly taking painkillers and getting pain–relieving injections. My hair is falling out in clumps, and I can’t eat a bite of food. W 

the point of living like this? It’s better to die! Every day, I wake up and count the days I have it. 

I’m fed 

up 

with this life. Let me die. Dying is easier than living”