The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415 Hope Shattered

Chapter 415 Hope Shattered

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Lena’s name pierced the fog of Rowan’s fury. Inch by inch, his fingers loosened, relinquishing Serena’s throat.

Freed, Serena staggered back. Her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed, cheeks slick with the terror of a life almost ended.

Rowan lowered his gaze to his tr

embling hands, appalled. He prided himself on clear thinking, yet a petty lie had led him around like a blind man grasping at smoke.

Worse still, a heavier question crashed over him: what now?

Can Lena–the woman who had once dragged him from his own ruin–still be saved? He could not, and would not, lose her.

“Rowan,” Quinn insisted, squeezing his fingers, “we’ll find another way. Serena is not the only path–there has to be something else.”

Pain flickered across Rowan’s eyes, raw and unhidden.

If there had been any alternative, he would never have chained himself to Serena’s deceit in the first place.

Finding a perfect donor was never simple, and they all knew it.

“Rowan, listen to me. The world is enormous; somewhere, a donor whose marrow matches yours is waiting for us. I’ll move heaven and earth to find that person. And I’m sure our uncle will stand with us. So… please, don’t give me that shattered look anymore.”

Quinn’s nose burned, the sting of tears she refused to let fall.

Her brother had always been carved from something unbreakable–confidence and strength hammered together, the kind of resolve that never yielded even when storms howled.

Yet now his eyes were hollow, emptied of every last ember.

She sensed that without a spark of hope, he would splinter completely.

To Rowan, Lena was more than the woman who had once hauled him back from death. She had become the fragile thread that kept his spirit sewn together through those brutal years

when they had no one but each other.

Losing Lena was simply not an option.

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Elsewhere in the city, Fabian stood at rigid attention before Julius.

“Mr. Whitethorn, Ms. Bridger asked me to deliver a message for you.”

Julius lowered his eyes, the gesture as detached and sharp as a guillotine, showing not the slightest interest in the message Fabian carried.

“What time is the flight?”

“Five this afternoon.”

“Then we leave now.” Julius rose from his chair, his movements crisp and final, like a verdict already sealed.

“Mr. Whitethorn, are you sure you don’t want to hear what Ms. Bridger asked me to tell you?”

“Whatever message she passed on, it no longer matters to me.”

“But what if she is asking to be with you again?”

Fabian knew he should have snapped his mouth shut the moment his employer’s apathy surfaced.

Yet he could not. He understood all too well the space Quinn occupied inside the man’s guarded heart.

Julius halted mid–step, as if Fabian’s words had struck a hidden nerve.

“Mr. Whitethorn, Ms. Bridger says she wants to start over with you. She’s waiting to see you. Since you love her so deeply, maybe you should give her this one meeting.”

Julius‘ voice was ice. “Fabian, since when did you earn the right to decide for me?”

A chill rushed through Fabian; he realized he had just angered his boss. “Forgive me, Mr. Whitethorn. It’s only that Ms. Bridger is truly worried about you and has begged to see you, so

I…”

“There will not be a next time. If you overstep again, do not bother showing your face to me,” Julius warned.

Fabian felt a sudden chill sprint down his spine; fine sweat prickled between his shoulder blades. He straightened, forcing his voice steady. “Yes, I understand.” That single sentence tasted metallic, as if duty itself had sliced open his tongue.

Julius lifted his foot onto the marble threshold, not once looking back at the Whitethorn

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