章節 6: CHAPTER SIX; Shocking news
The shrill ring of Wendell Blackwell's office phone jolted Rose from her restless slumber. She blinked blearily, disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings - the overstuffed leather sofa, the elaborate mahogany furniture, the imposing portrait of her father hanging on the wall.
Ah, yes. She had sequestered herself in Wendell's private office earlier that evening, unable to focus on anything but the swirling thoughts that consumed her. The news that her father's health was in decline, coupled with the revelation that he had entrusted Laurent with the task of guiding her toward the Blackwell legacy, had left her mind reeling.
Rose stifled a groan, running a hand through her tousled hair as the phone continued to ring insistently. Steeling herself, she reached out and picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Miss Blackwell?" The voice on the other end was terse, laced with a sense of urgency. "This is Dr. Winters from Blackwell Memorial. I'm afraid I have some rather concerning news about your father."
Rose felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. "What is it? What's happened?" She clutched the phone, her knuckles turning white.
"It appears your father has suffered a severe heart attack," the doctor said grimly. "We've stabilized his condition for now, but he's in critical care and...well, I think it would be best if you came to the hospital as soon as possible."
The world seemed to tilt on its axis as Rose tried to process the doctor's words. Her father, the indomitable titan of industry, lying helpless in a hospital bed...it was almost inconceivable. "I-I'm on my way," she managed to choke out, already scrambling to gather her things.
Hurrying through the silent, darkened halls of Blackwell Industries, Rose's mind raced with a thousand different thoughts and emotions. Fear, worry, and a deep sense of guilt - why hadn't she noticed the signs of her father's declining health sooner? Why had she been so wrapped up in her own personal turmoil to see the truth?
As she burst through the hospital's main entrance, the harsh fluorescent lights and the acrid scent of disinfectant only served to heighten her growing panic. Ignoring the bewildered stares of the staff, she rushed to the front desk, breathlessly demanding to see her father.
The nurse on duty eyed her with a mix of sympathy and caution. "I'm afraid only immediate family are permitted in the critical care unit at this hour, Miss Blackwell. Perhaps it would be best if you waited in the—"
"I am his daughter," Rose interrupted, her voice trembling with barely contained emotion. "Please, you have to let me see him."
The nurse hesitated for a moment, then seemed to recognize the name and urgency in Rose's tone. "Of course, right this way." She quickly led Rose down a sterile white corridor, her pace brisk and efficient.
As they approached the double doors of the critical care unit, Rose felt a fresh wave of dread wash over her. Taking a shaky breath, she steeled herself and pushed through the doors, her gaze immediately landing on the still form of her father, hooked up to a tangle of IV lines and beeping machines.
"Daddy..." The word escaped her lips in a broken whisper as she rushed to his bedside, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. Reaching out with a trembling hand, she gently brushed the hair back from his forehead, her heart clenching at the pallor of his skin.
"The doctor will be in shortly to provide an update on his condition," the nurse murmured, her tone laced with sympathy. "Please, try to remain calm."
Rose barely registered the woman's words, her focus entirely consumed by the fragile state of her father. This was her worst nightmare come to life - the proud, powerful Wendell Blackwell, reduced to a mere shadow of himself. And she had been so blind, so caught up in her own selfish desires, that she had failed to see the signs.
"I'm so sorry, Daddy," she whispered, a single tear escaping to trail down her cheek. "I should have been there for you. I should have known..."
The sound of the critical care unit's doors swinging open drew Rose's attention, and she looked up to see Dr. Winters striding toward her, his expression grave.
"Miss Blackwell," he began, his voice low and measured. "I'm afraid your father's condition is quite serious. The heart attack he suffered has caused significant damage, and we're monitoring him closely for any further complications."
Rose felt her breath catch in her throat. "What are his chances?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Winters hesitated, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Honestly, it's too early to say. We're doing everything we can, but..." He trailed off, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
Rose's vision blurred with tears as she slowly sank into the chair beside her father's bed, her hand trembling as she grasped his limp fingers. "Please, you have to save him. I can't lose him, not like this."
The doctor placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "We're doing our absolute best, Miss Blackwell. But I must prepare you for the possibility that..." He paused, exhaling heavily. "Just focus on being here for him now. That's what's most important."
Rose nodded numbly, her gaze fixed on her father's face as the doctor slipped back through the double doors. The steady beep of the machines and the hiss of the ventilator only served to underscore the fragility of Wendell's condition, and Rose felt her heart shatter with each passing second.
She had always taken her father's strength and resilience for granted, never once considering the possibility that he could be so...mortal. And now, with his life hanging by a thread, Rose was overcome by a crushing sense of guilt and helplessness.
If only she had paid more attention, had been more attuned to the signs of his declining health. Maybe then she could have intervened, could have urged him to seek proper medical care before it was too late. But instead, she had been blinded by her own selfish desires, consumed by the lingering heat of Laurent's touch and the promise of power that had been dangled before her.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips, tinged with self-loathing. Some heiress she was, too wrapped up in her own petty concerns to notice the fragility of the very empire she was destined to inherit. And now, with her father's life hanging in the balance, Rose knew that she had to put aside her personal turmoil and focus on what truly mattered.
Squeezing Wendell's hand, she leaned forward, her breath ghosting over his pallid features. "Daddy, I'm here. I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner." She paused, swallowing back the lump in her throat. "But I promise, I'll make this right. Whatever it takes, I'll fix this. For you."
As the machines continued their steady, rhythmic beeping, Rose steeled her resolve. She would not allow her father's legacy to crumble, not while there was still breath in his body. And if that meant confronting the dark desires that had been awakened by Laurent's touch, then so be it.
Rose Blackwell was many things - heiress, executive, daughter. But above all else, she was a fighter. And she would be damned if she let the Blackwell dynasty fall, not when she had the power to save it.
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