Chapter: 634

“I can go alone!" Bethany gripped Jayson's sleeve with a steely determination. “Don't worry about me. I can manage."

Seeing the unwavering hope in her eyes, Jayson nodded reluctantly, his heart heavy with unspoken fears.

Bethany was wheeled into the hospital by Jayson's friend. Once inside, she raised her head, her voice steady. "You can leave now. I don't want you to get involved. I can manage on my own."

"Are you sure?" The friend looked at Bethany, covered in blood, thinking she needed treatment more than anyone else. Concern etched deep lines on his face.

“I'm okay."

Bethany didn't want to drag anyone else into her storm.

"Alright. If you need anything, find me at the medical clinic on the third floor."

As Jayson's friend departed, Bethany steered herself towards the ICU.

She was no stranger to this place. Jonathan had once arranged for her mother to stay in the VIP ward here and undergo surgery.

More than four years had passed, and she never imagined returning under such grim circumstances.

Bethany maneuvered her wheelchair into the elevator. As soon as she reached the emergency room floor, Francine's anguished cries pierced the air.

"He's so young. My son is so young! He can't die. I won't let him die!"

Bethany froze, her heartbeat a distant drum, her body paralyzed with fear. Her mind raced, struggling to comprehend the full weight of Francine's words.

What did Francine mean?

Was Jonathan dead?

Godfrey's voice, heavy with sorrow and desperation, shattered Bethany's stupor.

Before she could react, she was violently knocked from her wheelchair onto the cold, unforgiving floor.

“How dare you come here! Give me back my son!" Francine's fury was a tempest, her grief-fueled rage a force of nature.

Fearing that his wife's fragile heart might give out under the strain of her intense emotions, Godfrey quickly pulled her back and pleaded, “Stop it, Francine! Even if you kill her now, our son won't come back!"

"If it weren't for you, how could this have happened to Jonathan? He and Maddie would have been married by now. He wouldn't even be in the hospital. Bethany, return my son to me! Give him back!"

Francine was so overwhelmed with emotion that she couldn't breathe.

She fell to the floor.

She had always been strong and prideful. Now, in her later years, she found it unbearable to even consider that her son might be dying.

This felt overwhelmingly harsh to her.