Chapter 531

Jason’s POV

The rhythmic sound of the oxygen machine filled the room, its soft hum the only indication of life. The sight of the oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose made my heart ache.

I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. She looked so vulnerable, so far removed from the vibrant, strong woman I knew. 

My chest tightened, and I struggled to keep my emotions in check. But it was no use. A single tear escaped, rolling down my cheek as I approached her bedside.

Her hand rested limply on the bed, and without thinking, I reached out and gently touched it. Her skin was warm, a small comfort amidst the chaos.

“Layla,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

Suddenly, she stirred. Her fingers twitched under my touch, and she moved her hand away slightly. Her voice, low and strained, broke the silence.

“Who’s here?” she asked, her tone weak and uncertain. Her voice carried a mixture of fear and confusion, and it brok