Chapter 92 A Billionaire's Desperation

Silas sat outside the ICU, elbows resting on his knees, fingers tangled in his dark, tousled hair. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, but all he could breathe was the memory of her, her warmth, her voice, the way she used to look at him before everything fell apart. His expensive suit was wrinkled, the tie loosened at his throat like it was strangling him. His mind raced through every decision, every mistake that had led to this moment. If only he had kept her close. If only he had told her the truth instead of letting his pride win.