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.

She simply let

waiting room, Vince glanced over at them. The sight of mother

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

unsettled him. It was as if Jessica

explain why he felt this way,

his childhood engagement to Jessica might not stand

had already made her choice

resentment gnawed

had he lost to

have that

years before

each passing second an

even "Mom." He was afraid that if he spoke, Jessica would snap out of her daze and let go of

struck him, standing there, how long it had been since he and his mother had been this close-how many years since they'd

neither long nor short, lasted about three hours. At last, the

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

off his mask, about to speak,

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