Chapter 946 Cyrus Is Here

Before Joseph left the room, he closed the door. Frieda had lost the will to live. She patted Chloe's shoulder and said, "Cherish it this time." Chloe held onto Frieda's hand, her eyes filling with tears. "Don't be sad, Chloe. I'm quite relaxed now. It's not as torturous as you think. I've lived long enough," Frieda consoled. She was exhausted, and now, she could finally rest. "Don't say such words. You’ll get better. Zoelle is an excellent physician. I'm sure she can save you." "I won't get better. I know," Frieda said laboriously, "I want you to do something for me. I want you to take care of your own health. The longer you put it off, the worse it’ll become." "My headache is just a minor issue. I'll be fine with some rest." "No, it's not a minor issue. Chloe, what Zoelle said was right. You need to see a psychologist." Frieda could tell that Chloe resisted the idea that she had a psychological issue and could not handle the stress. At this point, there was no other choice. Frieda would not hold out much longer and had to reveal the truth for Joseph's sake. She believed that Chloe was strong and would not easily break. "Why? Do you also think I have issues?" Chloe asked. "Yes, I do. Chloe, we wouldn't say this without reason. Don't let some people blind you." Chloe looked puzzled as she contemplated Frieda's words. "I promise you I'll see a psychologist. Will you then promise me to cooperate with Zoelle's treatment? Joseph and Jas need you." Frieda shook her head. When she tried to say something, she began to cough violently. Chloe quickly called Zoelle, but it was too late. A mouthful of dark blood spurted from Frieda's mouth, staining the white sheets a deep red. At the same time, the heart rate monitor emitted a piercing alarm. As Zoelle prepared for resuscitation, Frieda's gaze passed right through her and fixed on Chloe instead as if she were trying to finish her words. Chloe's heart raced and she crouched down. She tried to catch what Frieda was trying to say, but Frieda’s voice was too faint. She could not hear most of it and could only make guesses. "Forgive… Joseph… He knows… Wrong… N…Noah…" As the heart monitor flatlined, Frieda closed her eyes. Her hand dropped limply to her side, and her life came to an end. The syringe in Zoelle’s hand stopped in mid-air. She then turned to everyone and said, "She's gone." "Grandma!" Jasper cried. Joseph froze, his cold and stern face showing panic as he shouted at Zoelle, "Save her! Why aren't you trying to save her?!" "Let her go peacefully, Joseph," Zoelle said. She could have attempted resuscitation with electric shocks, but it was unnecessary. Joseph shivered. His eyes welled up with tears as his head hung in despair. Harold lowered his gaze as sadness overwhelmed him. Everything had been heading in a positive direction, but suddenly, it all took a turn for the worse. "Mr. Joseph. Cyrus is here," one of the guards reported.