Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again

Chapter 0032

Caroline's POV:

After receiving the devastating news about my father, I frantically called the local police department to know more about my father's case. A sick man had tried to kill my father and I desperately needed to know why.

The department was frustratingly limited in the information they gave me, they noted that cameras outside of my father's house had caught something crucial to the case: footage of the perpetrator coming in and out of the home at the time of my father's brutal attack. "Great! So you know who did it?" I asked, my voice steeped in hope.

The reply I got was hesitant, a sign of even more bad news to come. "Unfortunately, we don't," she said. "His face was completely covered by a mask, so we can't get a read on his identity. We'll continue to investigate the case as diligently as possible, but we don't know who the perpetrator is as of now."

"Oh... in that case, please keep me updated," I begged. The woman kindly assured me she would, and with that, I was left in silence.

Tears were brimming in my eyes at the hopelessness of my situation. Mustering up the courage, I decided to visit my dad's room. To my relief, he was stable enough to take visitors, but his condition was far from good.

I struggled not to break down then and there when I walked into the room and saw that bandage wrapped tightly around his head, right where he'd been hit. Even unconscious, he looked gaunt and troubled, as though the stress of everything had taken a horrible toll on his body.

I approached his fallen form, sorrow washing over me in waves as I witnessed him. While mourning his comatose body, I decided to speak to him. It may seem hopeless, but if there was a chance he could hear me, it was still worth a shot. I carefully took his hand into mine, giving it a tight squeeze as rivers of tears flowed down my cheeks.

"Dad," I whispered, my voice cracking with my distress. "Can... Can you hear me?"

I so badly wished that he would just wake up. I wanted him to look at me and smile at me with that familiar twinkle in his eye. I would give anything for him to hug me and tell me that everything would be alright, and that he loved me. Instead of the father I cared for so much, there was just a fallen, unable to move or speak yet still blessedly alive.

"I'm sorry," I told him, wiping away

my messy tears with my free hand. "I have so many regrets, dad. I wish I'd never loved William, and I'm so sorry you got hurt because of how naive I was. I love you so, so much"

As I tenderly whispered my love to my father, a doctor entered. "Oh, Miss West," she greeted with surprise, coming over to my father's side to carefully check on his condition. "I'm sorry

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you have to see your father like this. I know it must be very hard."

I sniffled and swiped at my tear-stained face. "Do you think my father will wake anytime soon?" I croaked.

"We're not sure," the doctor replied. "The wound to his head caused some major nerve damage. All we can really do is wait for a miracle,

"A miracle?" I rasped, feeling my stomach sink. "What do you mean?"

Hesitation plagued the doctor's words as she looked at me with nothing but sorrow. When she spoke; it was to deliver yet more bad news onto the ever growing pile. "Your father is already showing signs of being in a vegetative state. We can provide more efficient treatments to try to slow the progression of the damage done, but it's extremely expensive."

The daunting expenses meant nothing to me when my dad's life was on the line. My father's life was priceless. "Please, just save him," I begged. "I don't care about how much it costs. I just want my father back, and I'll pay any price. I'll find a way to raise the money." Sympathy gleamed in the doctor's eyes as she nodded and acquiesced. "Alright. Here's a rundown of the medical expenses."

The doctor dove into a detailed explanation about each of the medical procedures and their exorbitant prices. The sheer cost of it all left me in shock, but I had no choice. I tearfully signed off on letting the doctors proceed with these new medicines without hesitation, knowing it was the only chance my father had at ever coming back.

As the doctor diligently checked my father's condition, I heavily scrutinized all the clues surrounding my dad's case. When I endeavored to narrow the possible suspects that could have hurt him, my mind drew a blank. Who could possibly want my father dead? Could it be creditors? No, that didn't make any sense, I reasoned. How would they get money from a dead man?

The suspect had to be someone with an enormous grudge against my father - someone with a hatred so great that they saw no choice but to kill him. To my growing horror, there was only one person I could think of who hated my father that much. I didn't want to believe it, but I could see no other options. Could my dad's attack have something to do with William?