Burning Passion: Love Never Die

In the realm of Preagend, emerged a crucial moment. Darin, subjected to the embrace of an extensive ten-hour surgery, emerged as a resilient warrior from the theater of operation.

Once the ordeal was concluded, as Darin was gently ushered forth, Camilla Barker, his anxious mother, hastened toward the threshold, her plea dripping with apprehension.

“Doctor, I implore you to save my son.”

The surgeon slowly removed his mask, his solemn expression revealing the harsh reality.

“Mrs. Barker, I regret to inform you that your son’s legs have been severely injured. He will need a wheelchair due to shattered knee fractures. We tried our best, but the damage was extensive.”

“What?! A life confined to a wheelchair?”

The words unfurled like a storm within her, Camilla’s equilibrium faltering, consciousness itself teetering on the precipice. Swiftly, the waiting butler swooped in, a lifeline in the tempest, beseeching, “Mrs. Barker, hold on, hold on. Time passed in the ward as Darin slept, vulnerable yet peaceful. Camilla awoke beside him, her helplessness weighing heavily on her soul after her unconsciousness.

opulence, The family’s destiny was now his mantle, the promise of prosperity entwined

met the floor, the echo a manifestation of her anguish, her frustration, her desperate

culprit responsible for the malicious act against Darin? Their

Barker, our findings point to Marcus, Regrettably, we stand

brewed, a revelation that left Camilla

did this

the butler speculated, “A dubious enigna, indeed, Marcus, a being both fierce and feared, yet tethered

words. Gazing

the realm of interference, never inclined toward the labyrinth

“Perchance, veracity shall only grace us upon the awakening of

of elevated heels heralded an entrant into

arrival. In contrast to her ailing son’s paleness, Rhea emanated an air of assurance