Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Sudden Death Raegan's grandmother was quickly wheeled into the ER.

Frozen, Raegan looked listless.

She didn’t know what to do.

Her mind was in a muddle.

Hector took off his jacket and draped it on Raegan's shoulders.

He looked down at her and asked, "You okay? Can you still walk?” There was no
color on Reagan's face.

She looked like she was about to faint.

Regardless, she stood up with her hands on the edge of the bed.

Her pupils were bright.

However, the brightness was hollow.

"Thank you," Raegan said softly.

She was thankful that he preserved her grandmother's dignity.

After steadying her feet on the floor, she began to walk slowly.

It seemed like a century had passed.

The doctor in a white gown reappeared.

His face was gloomy as he sighed and announced, "I'm sorry.

We tried all we could.” His low voice echoed in the empty and cold corridor like a
fated curse.

It was as if Raegan had been hit by a huge rock.

She staggered back with her eyes widened in disbelief.

The next second, she grabbed the doctor by his white coat and shook her head.
"Doc, you made a mistake, right? This can't be! Her issue shouldn't be this
serious!” The doctor had mentioned that her

grandmother didn’t have much time left, but he didn't say she was going to die
today.

"You must be mistaken, doc.

My grandmother can't be dead.

Just this morning, she told me that she wanted to eat the special cakes from her
hometown.

I was supposed to get them later.

How can she leave without eating them...” Raegan slowly sank to her knees with
her hands still gripping the doctor's coat.

She sobbed.

"Please...

Save my grandmother.

Bring her back to life.

I'll pay whatever amount.

Just bring her back...” Her voice gradually became tiny and breathy.

"At least, let her have a piece of cake and say goodbye to me before leaving...”
How could her grandmother die with an empty

stomach? Raegan's hands trembled as if she was convulsing.

Her tears flowed like water and her cries echoed in the corridor.

Soon, a nurse came and pulled her up by the arm.

"Young lady, I'm really sorry for your loss.

Our hearts go out to you.

We understand your pain, but please, calm down.

You should go see your grandmother one last time.” Raegan kicked and shook
her head like a child.

Her teary eyes were red and vacant as she said, "My grandmother is not in
here... She’s waiting for me in the ward...” After saying that, she turned around
and started to rush to the ward. A strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm. Hector
frowned slightly. Raegan's arm was too thin as if he was holding a pencil, making
Raegan seem even more fragile and delicate. He said, "Raegan, go and have a
look." It was as if a basin of cold water had just been poured over Reagan's
head. She shivered and her long eyelashes hung down while trembling densely.
She looked so pitiful like a stray dog on the streets on a cold rainy night. Hector's
hand slowly moved downward until it got to her wrist as he led her to the morgue.
With her head down, Raegan followed him obediently. Her steps were light as if
she was a ghost. The staff led them in, lowered his head, and left. There was a
body on a cold iron bed. A white sheet was over it. With her back against the
door, Raegan stood frozen for a good minute. She then took one painstaking
step after another. Her entire body was trembling as she lifted the white sheet.
Save for the pale lips, her grandmother looked like she was asleep. How could
this woman be dead? No, she must be having one of those deep slumbers. This
thought gave Raegan a glimmer of hope.

With a smile, she said softly, “It's time to wake up, grandma. You are pulling my
legs, aren't you? Is this because I didn't take you back to your house? My car is
ready. Get up, let's go right now...” Not a single muscle moved on the old
woman's face. Even her eyelashes didn't flutter. Seeing this, Raegan reached
under the white cloth to hold her grandmother's cold and stiff hand. She choked
with sobs, “Grandma, I don’t want anything anymore. I want nothing else than to
live in your house with you. Is that okay?” Raegan leaned her head against her
grandmother's chest, speaking in a very soft and gentle voice. "Say something,
please. Even if it’s a single word. Don't leave me alone..." Despite calling out for
a long time, her grandmother still didn't wake up. Raegan held her grandmother's
face and finally cried out. It wasn't a sob or a whimper. This time, it was a heart -
wrenching cry. The cry was so poignant that it could melt the heart of the devil
himself. "Grandma, you can't do this to me. How am I supposed to live without
you? Come back to me. I'm not ready yet..." Her cry echoed in the room, but
there was no response. It had been over an hour since Raegan sat on the bench
in the corridor.

She completed the necessary procedures and contacted the funeral home in
Tenassie.

She was determined to bury her grandmother in her hometown. Tenassie was
over 600 kilometers from here. Even if the body was transported overnight, it
would only get there by morning at the earliest. Kendra, the attending nurse of
Raegan's grandmother, stayed by her side. She even urged Raegan to take a
rest in one of the wards, but Raegan insisted on staying where she was. She
wanted to be as close as she could to her grandmother. It was about time Hector
left. Although he sympathized with her, he had to go. He had happened to be
passing by today and had already been delayed for a long time. As soon as he
came to Raegan's side, she looked up at him. Her eyes were red and swollen
from all the crying. Raegan stood up and solemnly bowed to Hector. Her voice
came out hoarse and broken. “Thank you, Mr. Dixon. I don't have my phone on
me right now. Please send me the bill. I'll settle the expenses once I'm done with
everything at hand.” Since the matter was an emergency, Hector had instructed
his subordinates to handle all the medical expenses. He looked down at her
again when he heard her address him as Mr. Dixon.

"You don't have to be so polite. You know I am Mitchel's uncle, right? Why don't
you just call me Hector?” Raegan nodded. “I know, but I insist on repaying you
once I settle everything here." Raegan had heard the way Tessa addressed
Hector. His eyebrows were a lot like Mitchel's. He had a habit of furrowing them
too just like the other male Dixons. Hector was somewhat surprised. Since she
didn't address him by his first name despite knowing who he really was, the
reason was quite clear. It appeared all wasn't well between her and Mitchel. He
left soon. Raegan remained on the bench throughout the night.

At the crack of dawn, she finally left to go buy some new clothes and some
supplies for the funeral.

It wasn't even eight o'clock yet when the hearse from the funeral home arrived.
Kendra accompanied Raegan to Tenassie.

Since she had cared for the old woman for so long, she had developed an
emotional connection.

She wanted to say goodbye to the witty old lady.

When they arrived at the funeral home, Raegan paid the fee calmly and chose a
place in the graveyard.

None of her relatives were left in Tenassie, so there would be no other mourners.
This was why Raegan deliberately chose this secluded place.

Even though she was practically alone, she was determined to send her precious
grandmother off properly.

From the funeral home, she went to the town to buy some flowers for the
ceremony, including the cakes that her grandmother

had craved before she died.

Raegan hadn't shed a tear throughout this journey.

But as soon as she saw the cakes, a flood of tears came rushing.

She couldn't hold them back.

"What an unfilial granddaughter I am!" Raegan scolded herself.

She hadn't granted any of her grandmother's wishes even though how little these
wishes were.

How useless of her! Startled by her tears, the shopkeeper gave her an extra bag
of cakes and said comfortingly, "Cheer up,

young lady.

No matter what life throws at you, you need to stick your chest out and never
give up.

Take a bite of these delicious red bean-flavored cakes.

You'll love them.” Raegan thanked the shopkeeper.

She picked up a piece of cake and slowly put it in her mouth to have a taste on
behalf of her grandmother.

But as her teeth sank into the soft cake, pea-sized tears began to flow from her
eyes again.

Some found their way into her mouth.

There was a burst of salty and sweet flavors in her mouth, but all she could taste
was bitterness.

The shopkeeper was taken aback.

"Is it not good?" Feeling weak in the knees, Raegan squatted and wept like a
child.

She sobbed.

"It's delicious...

But my grandmother didn't get to taste it before...” Her grandma would never
taste it again.

A day later, Lauren was now in a stable condition and her father had flown over
from Swynborough.

Mitchel finally got the chance to look at his phone.

There were five missed calls from his mother.

There were no new messages, not even from Raegan.

For Pete's sake, why was this woman so stubborn? Couldn't she just make a
compromise for peace to reign? Mitchel smoked

three cigarettes just to let off steam.

Then, he swallowed his pride and called Raegan.

But her phone was switched off.

Abad feeling rose in his heart.

He was worried something was amiss and asked Matteo to inquire about the
situation.

After hanging up the phone, Matteo sighed deeply and kept silent for a few
seconds.

He then reported, "Sir, Mrs. Dixon's grandmother passed away.

The funeral is currently ongoing." Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in
Mitchel's ears.

He couldn't believe his ears.

He raised an eyebrow sometime later.

"What did you just say?" Matteo paused for a moment before repeating, "Your
wife's grandmother is dead.”