After Naylor set Henry down, the boy walked straight toward Jessica.

Jessica was leaning against the wall, her gaze fixed anxiously on the doors to the operating room. She was silently praying that Timothy's surgery would go

smoothly.

The last thing she wanted was to owe him such a life-altering debt.

All her attention was wrapped around the worries in her heart.

Suddenly, a small, warm hand slipped into hers.

Glancing to her side, she saw Henry looking up at her with innocent, searching eyes.

His expression was riddled with guilt, uncertainty, and a hint of fear.

Henry was afraid she might push him away.

The look in her son's eyes made Jessica's heart soften.

away. She simply let Henry hold her hand in his steady,

The sight of mother and son standing together was unexpectedly

not recognizing each other at first, but still drawn together by something deep and unspoken. No matter

before; this was his first time, and the image unsettled him. It was as if Jessica and Henry, standing hand in hand, belonged exclusively to Timothy—even

quite explain why he felt this way, but the feeling was

to Jessica might not stand

had already made her choice all those

resentment gnawed at

he lost to

have

many years before

crawled by, each passing second an ordeal

He was afraid that if he spoke, Jessica would snap out of

been since he and his mother had been this close-how many

about three hours.

utterly exhausted. He had led the operation as chief surgeon—a renowned neurologist, with a team of other specialists assisting.

off his mask, about to speak, when

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