Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death

After Tristan had learned of Yvette's pregnancy, he had instructed the hospital staff to keep him updated on her condition.

Upon hearing Tristan's words, Xavier felt his heart skip a beat. "What happened?"

"I don't exactly know w

's going on, but when I went to

the hospital today, the doctors said Yvette had died."

Xavier felt as if he had been struck by lightning. How could Yvette be dead? She had been fine just last night!

Xavier stood up and instantly felt a bit light-headed. "What exactly happened?"

"The doctors told me that Yvette was brought in late last night. She died today after they failed to resuscitate her."

Without another word, Xavier grabbed his coat and left for the hospital.

As he drove there, the words Yvette had uttered the previous night echoed in his ears. "Mr. Lane, would you be sad if I died?"

For some reason, he found it difficult to breathe. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt but still felt suffocated.

When he finally reached the hospital, he found Tristan waiting for him outside.

"Where is she?" Xavier asked, walking over to Tristan in

"The nurses said someone took her away, and the surveillance showed that it was Claude."

It was already 1:00 am by then. Tristan looked quite tired as he showed Xavier the surveillance footage.

"Last night, at around 12:00 am, Yvette was brought in for some reason. Then, she died from excessive blood loss."

Xavier recalled that that as shortly after he had left. What exactly had happened during that time?

He refused to believe that she had died from excessive blood loss. He immediately made calls to investigate Claude's and Yvette's whereabouts.

It was destined to be another sleepless night.

Tristan paced in front of Xavier. "How can someone just die like that? What is Deaf Yvvy up to this time?"

Xavier had no interest in discussing the matter. He

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Once he left, the hospital staff organized Yvette's recent medical reports and handed them to Tristan.

Sitting in the executive office chair, Tristan opened the files before him and read through the documents impatiently.

Before this, he had only known that Yvette had been

hospitalized for attempting suicide by taking sleeping pills Then, she had been found to be pregnant.

But at that moment, he saw all her medical records, which

Yvette had worsening deafness that was leading to complete hearing loss. She also had recurring bleeding in her ears.

Her health issues were extensive-she had severe

depression, was suffering from a memory decline, and was infertile.

Her cause of death was long-term depression and an overdose of sleeping pills. The overdose had resulted in mental confusion, leadin, rto cut her wrists. Ultimately, she had died from excessive blood loss. Tristan was deeply shocked by what he read.

Beside him, Joe couldn't help but lament, "What a poor girl. How could she have suffered so much at such a young age?

"Mr. Shaw, she saved you four years ago; you should help her in any way you can now."

"What are you talking about?" Tristan was stunned for a moment before he looked up at Jose. "The person who saved me was someone else. It wasn't her." "Someone else?" Jose seemed puzzled.

"I clearly remember that she's the one who saved you. She sustained a long gash on her arm from a glass cut she got while saving you. Look at this photo."

Jose remembered the scene from four years ago vividly. Yvette had been covered in blood, but she had disregarded her own injuries as she had rushed to the hospital.

At the time, Jose hadn't become the director yet. Yvette had

tightly telling him there had been an

accident and there were victims to be saved.

The victim had turned out to be the Shaws' young heir, Tristan!

In fact, it was this act of kindness that had helped Jose rise to his current position.

Even though it had been many years, he still vaguely remembered Yvette's face. The scar on her arm, which was roughly the length of a p n, was imprinted in his memory.

It was hard to imagine how Yvette had been purely focused on saving others when she had been badly injured herself- she hadn't even shed a tear at that time.

After Jose brought up the wound on his savior's arm, Tristan closely examined the photo. Indeed, there was a scar on Yvette's slender, fair arm. It had slightly faded with time.

He felt his heart clench.