Twinkle (Never Lose Those Magical Moments 🤍)

Chapter 33

Becky lay in the emergency room, her body still and her face pale. Freen stood outside the ICU, staring through the glass door, her heart racing with fear and worry.

Just then, Richee and Irin rushed into the hospital, looking frantic. Irin approached the receptionist, who informed them that Becky was admitted to the ICU on the second floor.

Richee and Irin took the lift, and once they arrived, Richee immediately spotted Freen standing near the door, her expression filled with anguish.

"Freen! What happened to Becky?" Richee exclaimed, grabbing Freen by her shirt, desperation in his voice.

"Richee, please be calm! This is a hospital," Irin urged, trying to pull Richee back.

"How do you expect me to be calm, Irin? I've been hiding her for the past six years!After so many years, We came back to Thailand—so many years staying away from my family, hiding like a terrorist!" Richee shouted, his emotions boiling over.

"Richee, listen!" Irin said firmly, attempting to ground him.

Just then, Non approached them, seeing the commotion. Irin motioned for Non to help calm Richee down. Non nodded and led Richee away, trying to diffuse his anxiety.

Sierra arrived, running toward Freen. "Freen, what happened?" She wrapped her arms around Freen in a comforting hug.

"It's my fault. I'm going to lose Becky again," Freen said through sobs, her voice choked with emotion.

"Nothing like that! Look at me. Tell me what happened," Sierra insisted, pulling back to meet Freen's gaze.

"Becky and I were walking down the road when suddenly a car hit her. I don't know who it was. I called an ambulance, and now we're here. There was so much blood... She didn't even look at me," Freen cried, burying her face in Sierra's shoulder.

"Freen, Becky will be alright soon," Sierra reassured her, holding her tightly.

"It's my dad," Freen sobbed, glancing at Sierra.

"No, Freen, it can't be Chankimha! He's out of the country and didn't do this," Sierra insisted, trying to console her.

"Then who could it be?" Freen broke the hug, looking at Sierra with desperation in her eyes.

Irin, overhearing their conversation, turned to Freen. "So you know Becky before? At least tell now, what's going on with her! When we found her in the hospital in London, we were scared a group of people tried to kill her in the hospital . Richee has been taking care of everything there. Becky is my only best friend. " Irin explained, her voice steady but worried.

"Yes, I know her!" Freen said, her eyes wide. "I met her ten years ago in Thailand," Freen admitted, the weight of her past pressing down on her.

"She's suffering a lot because of me today," Freen said, wiping her tears away.

At that moment, Laura arrived with Rhea, who ran straight to Freen.

"Green! Why are you here? Why is your shirt filled with blood?" Rhea asked, looking up at Freen with wide, innocent eyes.

Freen knelt down, lifting Rhea into her arms. "Sorry, Rhea! It's my fault," she whispered, hugging Rhea tightly as if to shield her from the harsh realities of the situation.

The doctor emerged from the ICU, and Freen turned to him, her heart pounding. "How is Becky?" Irin asked urgently.

"She's out of danger now. You can see her once she's moved to the general ward," the doctor replied, giving them a small sense of relief before leaving.

"Thank you, doctor!" Freen exclaimed, her heart lifting slightly.

"It's okay, Freen. Just take care of her," the doctor said, patting Freen's shoulder before departing.

As Freen stood there, surrounded by Rhea, Sierra, Irin, and Laura, she felt a mix of gratitude and fear. They were all there for Becky, but Freen knew the battle was far from over. The uncertainty of who had hurt Becky still loomed over them like a dark cloud, and Freen vowed to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.