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    “Brendon, it hurts so much,” Ynda whispered through gritted teeth. Her lips had turned an rming shade of pale, and cold sweat poured down her face, making her look absolutely terrible.


    “Hold on, sweetheart. I’m getting you to the hospital right now!”


    Brendon swept her up into his arms and ran from the room, his heart pounding with terror.


    All Brendon could think about was finding King, the mysterious healer who might be able to save Ynda’s life. Nothing else mattered in that moment. Time was running out faster than sand through an hourss, and Ynda was getting weaker by the day. But despite all their searching, there was still no trace of King anywhere. How on earth was he supposed to track down King?


    Hourster at the hospital, after the medical team had administered emergency pain relief, Ynda’s suffering finally began to ease.


    “I can’t thank you enough, Brendon,” Ynda said in a voice barely above a whisper.


    “Don’t even think about thanking me. We’re married now, and that means we face everything together. All that matters is that you’re going to be okay.” Brendon felt his racing heart slowly begin to calm as he watched her breathing return to normal.


    “Brendon, have you uncovered any trace of King?” Katie’s expression was tight with worry. “If we don’t locate King soon, Ynda might…” Her voice caught in her throat, unable to finish the horrible thought.


    The doctor had been brutally honest with them—Ynda’s condition was deteriorating rapidly, and if they couldn’t find effective treatment soon, she could copse and die without warning.


    Ynda managed a weak smile. “Please don’t worry about me. This is just the hand that fate dealt me. As long as I have Brendon by my side, I’m happier than I ever imagined I could be.”<fn7155> For original chapters go to findnovel</fn7155>


    Inside her head, though, Ynda was screaming with frustration. Why was it taking so long to find King? If they didn’t locate this healer soon, she was going to die a slow, painful death. Was Brendon deliberately dragging his feet on the search? Maybe he was secretly hoping she would die so he could leave the world the impression of the devoted widower who had tried everything to save his beloved wife in vain—and then run back to Christina.


    “I give you my word that I will find King and get you the treatment you need,” Brendon said with fierce determination.


    Ynda felt a bitter smile twist inside her chest, though she kept her eyes downcast to hide the sh of resentment. Brendon was always making these grand promises, and he always ended up disappointing her. He talked a big game but never delivered results, leaving her to suffer in agony while he yed the part of the caring husband. What aplete failure of a man.


    Of course, Ynda could only voice these harsh criticisms in the privacy of her own mind. She would never dare speak them aloud. After all, Brendon was the only lifeline she had left.


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