Chapter 151 Why Torture Him Like This?

The necklace was missing. Celeste’s fingers brushed over her neck again, searching, but the familiar chain was gone. Panic welled up inside her. That necklace wasn’t just a trinket—it was a keepsake given to her by the elderly woman, her parting gift with a final, urgent request: Make sure this gets to my son. The early morning light filtered into the room, soft and quiet. Nathaniel was nowhere to be seen, but the nurse was still there, making sure everything was in order. “Ma’am, Mr. Ford left instructions for you to rest. You need to stay in bed and follow the doctor’s orders.” Celeste’s heart raced. “I need to find something,” she said, her voice rough with urgency. That couple had risked everything for her, and now she owed them. She couldn’t let them down. Seeing the hesitation on the nurse’s face, Celeste pointed to the wheelchair by her bed. “Just take me to the emergency room. I won’t be long.” The nurse looked conflicted but then nodded. “Alright, but just for a mome