BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 1200
Chapter 1200
Parisa squeezed her cold hands together, trying to hold back the ache twisting inside her chest.
This feeling had haunted her for over a decade, yet the memories from back then always remained out of reach.
Now, the source of her torment stood right in front of her. The man's eyes held a deep, aching sorrow. He had come with the
truth. So why shouldn't she finally dig up the past, just like Whitney had said? It was time to close that chapter for good.
If she did this, maybe she could move on. Maybe she could finally say goodbye to everything that had held her back.
She took a shallow breath, raised her chin, and looked Hudson square in the face. His features were striking, and her gaze grew
resolute. "If healing means tearing open old wounds, then I want you, Mr. Sheldon, to be honest and fair. Don't lie to me just to
protect yourself. I need to end this, once and for all."
End it, completely?
Hudson's heart thudded painfully in his chest. Of course he understood. She wanted to move on from him, too. She was saying
goodbye.
He paused, the corners of his mouth twitching with a bittersweet memory. "You were like that as a kid, too. I remember the first
day of college, when I was helping freshmen move in. That's when I met you..."
Parisa caught the soft, almost wistful look in his dark eyes. She listened to his low, magnetic voice and felt herself tense up, as if
she were falling into those
memories-black and white snapshots of their awkward, youthful days together...
...
When Whitney returned to Ludwik's hospital room, Parker was already there.
A male attending doctor stood nearby with a couple of nurses, apparently doing a check-up on Ludwik.
Whatever the doctor had just said, Parker looked like he'd seen a ghost.
He stared at Ludwik in shock and then-totally out of left field-blurted, "Wait, doc, are you serious? You're not messing with me,
right? Ludwik, he—"
Before Parker could finish, Ludwik-quick as ever-caught Whitney standing in the doorway. He shot out a long leg from under the
covers and kicked Parker square in the shin.
If what the doctor said was true, Parker thought, shouldn't this be great news? Why wouldn't Ludwik want Whitney to hear it?
Whitney, meanwhile, wasn't paying much attention to their weird little drama. She just caught Parker's stunned expression and
asked, "What's going on, Parker? What's up with Ludwik-something serious?"
The doctor was still explaining, "Mr. Doonan, I'm afraid it's true. When I examined Ludwik earlier, I noticed some distinct
changes. Ludwik, you're usually the first to notice any issues. In the mornings, when you wake up, has there been any-?"
"Yeah," Ludwik interrupted, brows furrowed. His answer was vague, almost dismissive.
Ludwik's eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked over to Whitney's pretty face. Whatever he was thinking, it brought the faintest smirk
to his lips-gone in a flash, but Parker definitely caught it. Was Ludwik actually happy about this?
That intent, meaningful look lingered as Ludwik forced himself to play it cool. He cleared his throat, cutting the doctor off before
he could ask anything more embarrassing in front of Whitney. "I don't know, Dro Horatio. If you can't give me a clear answer,
maybe you should bring in a specialist.”
A specialist? What was going on that needed a specialist?
Whitney's mind was spinning. She stepped further into the room, looking from Ludwik-pale and sharp-featured in the hospital
bed-to Dr. Horatio, who looked like he wanted to say more but was hotding back. Frowning, Whitney asked, "Seriously, what's
going on here? You're all being weirdly cagey. Ludwik, you're okay after the surgery, right? Why do you need
another doctor? What's actually
going on?"