Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 598

Chapter 598

‘Someone, please help!” Anathca’s voice cracked as she shouted. cars fell one after another.

Her fingers trembled as she stroked Gregory’s face, which was quickly losing warmth. Her chest ached like it was being torn in two. “Gregory, you said you wouldn’t fall asleep. Come on, open your eyes. Wake up!”

But the only answer she got was silence.

The last traces of oxygen were vanishing. Dizziness crept in again his time, Anathea laid her head against Gregory’s chest with her arms wrapped tightly around him.

Maybe it was her life flashing before her eyes,

s, but in that moment nemories with Gregory started playing in her mind.

Though it had been painful at first, Gregory had mended the wounds in her heart little by little.

He’d used everything he had—even his life–to make things right

He’d asked Anathea if she still had feelings for him.

The truth was that she already knew the answer in those few seconds of silence.

Yes, she always had.

But she couldn’t bring herself to answer him. Not when she couldn’t even face her own feelings. She couldn’t admit that Gregory had never left her mind.

And now, the only thing Anathea could think about wasn’t surviving. It was the fact that he might never hear her answer. What a shame that would be.

“Gregory…” She rested her face against his chest. Her voice was hoarse but steady as she continued, “I’ve always had feelings for you. Always. I thought I’d lost the ability to love, but you brought it back. Gregory, I love you. I really do…”

The final word slipped out like a whisper, and Anathea slowly closed her eyes.

If this really was the end, then she just wanted to hold Gregory like this.

Everything around them faded into darkness.

Anathea felt like she had a dream.

In this dream, Fiona, Adam, Grace, Zach, Dominic, Hannah, Chloe, and Xander were all there. One big, happy family was celebrating Christmas together.

But Gregory was missing.

The emptiness hit her like a punch to the gut. She ran outside into the snow, desperate to find him. But no matter how far she looked, all she saw was endless white.

“Gregory!”

Anathea’s eyes snapped open. She was lying on a stretcher, and the suffocating lack of oxygen was gone. The damp, earthy scent surrounding her told her one thing–she was still in Cloudbrook.

“Mrs. Sinclair, you’re awake!” Martin’s eyes lit up. “Thank God-

Before he could finish, Anathea grabbed his arm and asked in a panic, “Where’s Gregory? Is he okay?”

“Mr. Sinclair…” Martin hesitated.

Anathea felt something in her chest drop. Without a second thought, she climbed off the stretcher and staggered off to find

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Gregory.

But she’d just come to. Her strength hadn’t returned. After only a few steps, her legs gave out beneath her.

The next second, a pair of strong arms caught her and pulled her into a steady embrace.

That familiar cedar scent wrapped around her. The second Anathea smelled it, tears sprang to her eyes.

“Gregory…”

“I’m right here.” A smile appeared on Gregory’s pale face as he gently wiped away her tears with his thumb.

His voice was low, almost cautious, as he asked, “Did you mean what you said earlier?”

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