
{"id":27781,"date":"2026-02-05T13:57:01","date_gmt":"2026-02-05T13:57:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-417\/"},"modified":"2026-02-05T13:57:01","modified_gmt":"2026-02-05T13:57:01","slug":"the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-417","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-417\/","title":{"rendered":"The Impossible Condition Novel Chapter 417"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Silent Dreams Never Die \u2014 Author: John Miller  417<\/h1>\n<p>Chapter 417 A Proposal in the Hospital\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But then, Sabrina couldn\u2019t help herself. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Vincent\u2019s waist from behind, pressing her face against the fabric of his coat. \u201cVincent,\u201d she asked, her voice muffled and thick with emotion, \u201cdoes your proposal to me\u2026 Does it still stand?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent went still. He looked down at her hands clasped over his stomach.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He was silent for a long moment before replying softly, \u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Sabrina held him even tighter, her voice trembling. \u201cThen my answer is yes. I\u2019ll marry you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Hearing her acceptance, Vincent felt no surge of joy. His response was flat, almost detached. \u201cI\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>see.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Sabrina moved from behind him to stand in front of him. She poked his side gently, whispering, \u201cHow long do we have to wait?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent caught her restless hand. Looking directly into her eyes, he said seriously, \u201cNot until after\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>my divorce from her is final.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>At this, a smile finally broke through on Sabrina\u2019s face. She stepped closer, rose onto her toes, and brought her lips near his ear. \u201cVincent,\u201d she murmured in a hushed, intimate tone, \u201cI want to marry you. I really do.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Hearing her earnest words, Vincent felt a strange, hollow calm inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His expression remained neutral as he gently disentangled himself. \u201cI know. You should go get\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>some rest now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>With that, he turned and walked away, disappearing around the corner of the long hallway.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent had intended to go to the stairwell, but his feet carried him to the rooftop access instead.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>A restless unease had settled in his chest, one he couldn\u2019t name.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Outside, the wind was still strong, but a partial wall offered some shelter. Vincent managed to light a cigarette.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The moment the smoke left his lips, the wind snatched and scattered it.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He finished one cigarette and immediately lit another.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He didn\u2019t understand why, but Scarlett\u2019s face kept intruding into his thoughts.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>21:06 Wed, Jan 14 \u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 417 A Proposal in the Hospital\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>155\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He couldn\u2019t quite define the feeling, but there was a vague, persistent sense of\u2026 missing her.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It hadn\u2019t even been an hour since she left, yet he already felt her absence.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The more he tried not to think about her, the more she occupied his mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finally, giving in to the impulse, he pulled out his phone and sent Scarlett a message, \u201cDid you get home safely?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Two minutes later, her reply came, \u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Staring at that single, cold word, Vincent couldn\u2019t help but think of the old Scarlett.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>That Scarlett wouldn\u2019t have been able to resist sending him a stream of messages without being asked. She would have eagerly told him who she\u2019d seen, what little things had happened, maybe even something as mundane as getting a good deal on a cab ride\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And something like making it home\u2013she would have volunteered the information without prompting, \u201cI\u2019m back.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Holding his phone, he still couldn\u2019t stop himself. He typed into the chat box, \u201cFeel like a video call?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett\u2019s reply was quick\u2013a simple question mark.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Seeing that lone question mark, Vincent\u2019s lips twitched into an unconscious, faint smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He sent another message, \u201cI want to see you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>When Scarlett saw this, she let out a soft, derisive huff. Her fingers typed out a reply, \u201cWhat?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>You don\u2019t trust me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But she deleted it before sending.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She reconsidered\u2013these last few days were critical for the divorce proceedings. Antagonizing Vincent over something trivial wasn\u2019t worth the risk.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>In the end, she relented. \u201cFine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Seeing that Fine, Vincent waited, but the video call request didn\u2019t come.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Puzzled, he typed, \u201cAren\u2019t you going to call?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Reading this, Scarlett gritted her teeth in frustration.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Once again, she yielded.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>21:06 Wed, Jan 14\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>55\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 417 A Proposal in the Hospital\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>When she finally initiated the call, Vincent accepted it almost instantly.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As the connection stabilized, Scarlett\u2019s face filled his screen.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He let out a soft chuckle, then found himself saying, \u201cI\u2019m out on the balcony.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Hearing this, Scarlett seemed momentarily surprised, then simply replied, \u201cOh.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Seeing that she was already lying down in bed, Vincent asked, \u201cGoing to sleep already?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett nodded against her pillow. \u201cYeah.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>On the screen, she was nestled in her bed, propping the phone up with one hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She even let out a small, tired yawn.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Seeing this, Vincent showed no sign of ending the call. Instead, he shifted topics. \u201cDo you ever regret it?\u201d he asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett sounded confused. \u201cRegret what?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent was direct. \u201cTerminating the pregnancy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett opened her mouth. The words \u201cNot\u201d for a second were on the tip of her tongue.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But she held them back.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>If she said the wrong thing and provoked Vincent, she was afraid it might jeopardize the final steps of the divorce.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>1.1K\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>a\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>1\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>3\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.<\/p>\n<h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Silent Dreams Never Die \u2014 Author: John Miller 417 Chapter 417 A Proposal in the Hospital\u00a0 But then, Sabrina couldn\u2019t [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[81],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27781","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-impossible-condition-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27781","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27781"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27781\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27781"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27781"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27781"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}