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Chapter 180
Nash, dressed in his wedding attire, stepped out of the ICU, his face an impassive mask of determination. In his hand was a small set of needles that Dr. Yarbrough had provided. His heart raced as he inserted each needle precisely into 13 specific points on Herman’s body. The flatline on the monitor flickered slightly, almost imperceptibly, as the needles took effect.
Minutes passed, and then, as if by sheer will, Herman’s chest rose and fell. A faint gasp filled the room, and the old man was alive once again.
Ten minutes later, Hera, dressed in a red wedding dress and veil, arrived with Olivia’s assistance. The moment she stepped into the hall, a hushed silence fell over the crowd. Everyone was waiting in anticipation, the heavy atmosphere lingering as they watched Herman’s ward.
“Make way… make way…” a voice cut through the silence.
A young man with a crew cut, dressed in a white shirt, made his way through the crowd. He was the owner of the wedding company, and he had a special task at hand. He approached Olivia and handed her two elegant ring boxes. “Ms. Olivia, these are colored diamond wedding rings, the only pair in the world. I had to pull out all the stops with Golden Circle’s boss to secure them. The price—”
He hesitated, his face flushing slightly. He knew the price was extravagant—120 million—but he wasn’t sure how to bring it up to Olivia.
Olivia, ever poised, simply waved him off. “Do you think the Lees are short of money?” she asked, her tone casual.
The young man stammered, “No, no, of course not! The Lees are very wealthy. We can discuss the price later. For now, let’s focus on the wedding.”
A midnight wedding in a hospital was hardly unusual for someone in the business. In such circumstances, either the bride or groom was near death, or an elder was hanging on by a thread. In those moments, time was a luxury they could not afford.
Olivia nodded to the young man, signaling him to begin. She then quickly briefed him on the personal details of Hera and Nash, allowing the ceremony to begin.
Inside the ICU, Nash continued his work with precision. He inserted two more needles into Herman’s temples and gently moved them, causing the needles to vibrate. Seconds later, Herman’s eyes fluttered open, his cloudy gaze taking in the dim, sterile light above him. The blurry figure of Nash stood before him, and a wave of recognition flickered in his eyes.
Herman tried to speak, but no words came. He couldn’t form sounds anymore. His lips moved, but only silence filled the room.
Nash, undeterred, gently helped Herman sit up, propping him against the headboard of the bed so he could witness the ceremony. Two chairs were brought into the room, one for him and one for the other parent of the bride.
The young man with the crew cut cleared his throat, his voice steady as he announced, “Today is a great day for Mr. Nash Calcraft and Ms. Hera Lewis to join in matrimony. The bride and groom will now walk down the warm path of happiness, under the witness of us all…”
He gestured to the chairs by the window, where Harrison and Lauren Lewis slowly took their seats, their faces etched with a mixture of sorrow and acceptance as they looked at Herman’s frail form.
“Please, may the parents of the bride and groom take their seats!” the young man called again, his tone authoritative.
The Lewis couple settled into their chairs, eyes fixed on Herman, who had been their pillar.
“Please welcome the bride and groom…”
As the sound of wedding march music filtered in from outside, Nash walked slowly into the ward, leading Hera by the arm, with Olivia’s help.
The atmosphere was surreal, a surreal combination of joy and grief. As they made their way to the front, Skadi and her grandfather, Zakariah, rushed in, along with Bianca, their faces a picture of concern and sorrow.
Zakariah hurried to Joseph, offering a respectful nod. “Mr. Lee, thank you for calling us in time. I didn’t think I’d get a chance to see old Lewis one last time…”
Joseph, who had been keeping vigil outside, simply sighed. “No need for formalities, Zabel. I’m just doing what I can for old Lewis…”
Skadi, eyes brimming with tears, whispered, “Why does it have to be like this for the Lewises? Hera must be so heartbroken.”
She had heard the news—the wedding was rushed because Grandpa Lewis was on his last breath. Her heart ached for her best friend, who was enduring this pain. It felt impossible to stand by and watch.
The young man’s voice broke the silence. “Please repeat your vows,” he called, his tone both commanding and reverent.
The room held its breath as Nash and Hera stood before Herman, ready to commit their lives to each other, despite the weight of the moment.