Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 156 Summary
In Chapter 156 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” the tension at the hospital is palpable as Elle grapples with Ivy’s distress. Despite their complicated history, Elle feels a deep sympathy for Ivy, whose pain is evident. Sophia warns Elle to be cautious in her desire to help, suggesting that her involvement could be misconstrued as opportunistic, particularly if Ivy loses her status as the Blair family heir. This realization unsettles Elle, who is already navigating her own uncertain future as she carries Brad’s child.
As chaos erupts outside the hospital, Ivy’s parents confront a man who has caused their daughter’s suffering. The confrontation escalates, revealing the raw emotions of anger and betrayal. Stella, a figure of authority, intervenes, stating that Ivy wants to see the man, which momentarily halts the fighting. The atmosphere shifts again when the man, filled with desperation, vows to take responsibility for his actions, promising to divorce his wife and marry Ivy. This declaration triggers a wave of nausea in Elle, reminding her of past betrayals.
Brad’s unwavering support provides Elle with comfort amidst the turmoil, as he reassures her of his commitment. However, the situation intensifies when the man turns to Elle, pleading for her help to convince his wife to agree to the divorce. Elle is taken aback by his audacity, feeling the weight of his request as a betrayal to another woman. Sophia fiercely defends Elle, expressing outrage at the man’s entitlement.
Just as Elle prepares to leave, Ivy’s desperate plea for help resonates with her, forcing Elle to confront the implications of her choice. The chapter closes with Elle feeling the pressure of the moment, aware that her decision will significantly impact her standing within the Blair family and her own sense of self amidst the chaos.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 156**
**Elle’s POV**
The atmosphere inside the hospital was thick with tension, punctuated by the sound of shattering glass and muffled cries that seeped through the walls. Ivy’s distress was palpable, and despite the tangled web of our relationship, a pang of sympathy twisted in my chest. It was impossible to ignore the depth of her pain, even if we had not always seen eye to eye.
Sophia edged closer to me, her voice barely above a whisper, laden with concern. “Elle, I understand your desire to help, but we need to tread carefully here. You have to think about how deep you want to get into this mess.”
I furrowed my brow, confusion clouding my thoughts. “What do you mean by that?”
“Consider the implications,” she replied gently, her tone soothing yet serious. “If something were to happen to Ivy—if she were to lose her place as the Blair family heir—who do you think stands to gain the most from that situation?”
Her words struck me like a slap to the face, a stark realization dawning upon me. “Are you suggesting that people would think I was relieved this happened? That I somehow wanted this?”
“I think people love to speculate,” Sophia said, her eyes steady on mine. “A human woman suddenly becoming the primary beneficiary of the Blair family fortune? That’s bound to raise eyebrows. If you appear too eager to help, it could make you look calculating, like you’re playing a game.”
My stomach churned at the thought. I hadn’t considered it from that angle, but she was right. The last thing I wanted was to be perceived as opportunistic.
Brad, standing resolutely beside me, interjected with a protective growl in his voice. “It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks. Anyone with a problem regarding Elle can take it up with me.”
His confidence stemmed from a place of power, a shield I didn’t possess. I was still just Elle West, a mere human caught in a world of supernatural politics.
The sounds of destruction echoed again from within, followed by Ivy’s anguished screams, each cry laced with raw emotion that made my heart constrict painfully.
I couldn’t help but reflect on my own circumstances—carrying Brad’s child while standing on the precipice of an uncertain future. At least I had Brad’s unwavering protection, despite the bizarre nature of our relationship. Ivy, on the other hand, had been abandoned by someone who should have been her rock.
“Damn him,” I muttered under my breath, anger bubbling to the surface. “Whoever he is, he’s a coward.”
Just then, a car pulled up to the hospital’s entrance, drawing our attention. A middle-aged man emerged, clutching what appeared to be high-end skincare products. He looked to be around Martin’s age, impeccably dressed but radiating nervous energy.
Before he could take a step closer, Ivy’s parents stormed toward him, fury etched into every line of their faces. The woman’s expression twisted into a mask of rage.
“You bastard!” she screamed, lunging at him with a ferocity that took us all by surprise. “How dare you show your face here!”
The man attempted to evade her, but she was relentless, her hands clawing at him. Ivy’s father joined the fray, seizing the newcomer by his jacket with a grip that spoke of years of pent-up anger.
Instinctively, I stepped back as the woman stumbled toward me, her wild swing nearly connecting with my face.
“Sorry about this, Elle,” Martin said quickly, moving to create a barrier between me and the chaos. “They’re understandably emotional.”
I could feel the tension in Brad’s body beside me, his Alpha instincts clearly on high alert due to the near-miss.
“Perhaps we should retreat inside,” I suggested, my initial eagerness to engage in this family drama dissipating rapidly.
Before anyone could respond, Stella’s voice cut through the tumult from within the hospital. “Enough! Stop it right now!” She appeared in the doorway, her authority slicing through the chaos like a knife. “Ivy wants to see him. That’s why we called him here.”
The fighting ceased abruptly. Ivy’s parents stepped back, their breaths ragged, yet their eyes remained fixed on the man who had so evidently shattered their daughter’s life.
“She wants to see me?” he asked, his voice quavering with uncertainty.
“She does,” Stella confirmed, her tone leaving no room for argument. “So get inside before I change my mind about letting you anywhere near her.”
As the man hurried toward the hospital, I turned to Sophia, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “This is a complete disaster.”
“It truly is,” she agreed, her brow furrowing in concern. “You know, I’m starting to think we shouldn’t have come here today.”
I sighed heavily, feeling the burden of expectation. “If I hadn’t shown up, they would probably say I was too proud to face them. That I think I’m above the Blair family just because I’m connected to the Raynes.”
“Damned if you do, damned if you don’t,” Sophia muttered, her frustration evident.
We settled into an uneasy silence, but the hospital was soon alive with raised voices, the sounds of something heavy crashing against the walls. Martin winced with each noise, his discomfort palpable.
Then, the man emerged from the hospital, his face flushed—whether from tears or the heat of argument, I couldn’t tell. He dropped to his knees before Ivy’s parents, desperation etched into his features.
“I know nothing I do today can atone for my past sins,” he declared, his voice resonating clearly in the tense air. “I failed Ivy when she needed me the most. But I swear I will take responsibility. I’ll divorce my wife and marry Ivy. I’ll make this right.”
A wave of nausea rolled through me. The casual way he spoke reminded me too much of Jason—men who made promises to one woman only to abandon them when something more enticing came along.
I instinctively tried to pull my hand away from Brad’s, suddenly craving distance from all men and their casual cruelty. But his grip tightened, anchoring me.
“Hey,” he murmured softly in my ear, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “I’m not him. In this lifetime, the next, whatever comes—you’re the only woman I’ll ever hold.”
His words ignited a warmth in my cheeks, loosening the tightness in my chest that had built up over the years.
“You’re making me feel guilty for being angry at all men,” I whispered back, a small smile breaking through my earlier tension.
“Good,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Do you want me to handle this situation? Just say the word, and I’ll ensure that guy faces real consequences.”
Before I could respond, the man turned his desperate gaze toward me. “Please, you have to help me! I’ll keep my promise—I truly will! But I need your help to convince my wife to agree to the divorce!” he called out, stumbling closer.
The sheer audacity of his request struck me like a physical blow. The nerve of this man!
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Sophia snapped, her voice cutting through the air before I could even formulate a response. “What makes you think Elle should get tangled in your disgusting personal drama? You want to use werewolf influence to bully your wife into a divorce?”
But the man ignored Sophia, his focus solely on me. “Please. My wife… she’s very difficult. She won’t listen to reason. But if you could just speak to her, or maybe have your…” He glanced nervously at Brad. “Just a phone call. Just enough to make her understand that it’s better for everyone if she doesn’t fight this.”
The entitlement of his request left me momentarily speechless. He wanted me to help him terrorize his innocent wife so he could abandon her for the woman he had already betrayed once.
“You know what?” I said, rising abruptly, causing Brad to release my hand. “I’m not a Blair by blood. So, Blair family business? Not my decision to make.”
I turned to Stella, who had emerged from the hospital to witness this exchange. “We should probably head home.”
But before we could leave, Ivy’s voice echoed from within the hospital, desperate and pleading.
“Elle! Please don’t go! I’m begging you—just this once, please help me! I have nowhere else to turn! The Blair family is going to be yours anyway—can’t you do this one thing for me?”
Her words struck me like arrows, each one finding its mark. I stood frozen, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, acutely aware that whatever choice I made next would forever shape how this family perceived me.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the chaos, I found myself at a crossroads, the weight of Ivy’s plea hanging heavy in the air. My heart raced as I considered the implications of stepping into the fray—would I be seen as a savior or a usurper? The emotions swirling around me felt like a tempest, each wave crashing against the fragile shore of my resolve. I had always been an outsider in the world of the Blairs, but now, with Brad’s unwavering support, I felt a flicker of strength. I had to make a choice that would define not only my future but also the dynamics of this fractured family. Ivy’s desperation tugged at my heartstrings, reminding me of the pain of abandonment and the longing for connection. Yet, the thought of entangling myself in her drama filled me with dread.
With Brad by my side, I felt a surge of determination. I couldn’t let the ghosts of past betrayals dictate my actions. I took a deep breath, allowing the warmth of his presence to ground me. “Ivy,” I called out, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me. “I will help you, but only if you promise to take responsibility for your own choices moving forward.” The moment felt pivotal, a bridge between the past and the uncertain future that lay ahead. As Ivy’s gaze met mine, I could see the flicker of hope igniting in her eyes—a shared understanding that we were both fighting for our places in a world that had tried to cast us aside. In that moment, I realized that perhaps the waves of lost memories could carry us toward a new beginning, where we could redefine our narratives and forge connections that transcended the pain of our pasts.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter of *Waves Carry Lost Memories*, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Elle grapples with the weight of Ivy’s desperate plea. The stakes have never been higher, and Elle is faced with a decision that could alter not only her future but also the fate of the Blair family. With Ivy’s emotional turmoil and the chaotic backdrop of the hospital, the atmosphere is charged with uncertainty and urgency. Will Elle choose to step into the fray and help Ivy, risking her own reputation and the fragile dynamics within the Blair family? Or will she prioritize her own safety and the burgeoning relationship with Brad, who has been her steadfast ally amid the turmoil?
As the chapter unfolds, the complexities of loyalty, love, and ambition will intertwine, forcing Elle to confront her own motivations and desires. With Brad’s protective instincts at play and the looming threat of public scrutiny, the reader will be left wondering how far Elle is willing to go to support Ivy. Will she find the strength to navigate this treacherous landscape, or will she retreat into the shadows, leaving Ivy to face the consequences of her family’s legacy alone? The emotional stakes are high, and the next chapter promises to deliver a gripping exploration of sacrifice and the true meaning of family. Prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions as Elle stands at the crossroads of her destiny, with the echoes of past betrayals haunting her every choice.
