Claire stared blankly at him, absorbing every word of what now seemed like nothing but ghost stories. And then, overwhelmed by a rush of hurt and disbelief, she burst into tears.

Cecil wrapped his arms around her, his voice soft with comforting words, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of disdain.

"It's alright to cry, love. It's my fault. I've put you through so much over the years. Every time I've hurt you, I swear it pained me too, as if the blows were landing on my own heart."

Nestled in his embrace, Claire let her tears flow freely.

After allowing her a moment to cry, Cecil gently probed, "Claire, do you want to get our daughter better?"

Eagerly, she nodded, "Yes, absolutely!"

"Then you'll have to do exactly as I say."

"Of course, anything!"

He whispered a plan into her ear, and with a determined nod, Claire wiped away her tears and headed back to the hospital.

...

Meanwhile, Elysia and Tarquin had just returned to their hotel suite to the mouthwatering aroma of dinner being prepared. Emmett was in the kitchen, orchestrating the evening meal with the help of Baby and Pamela Patel.

The trio radiated happiness, with Emmett taking charge like a little adult, doling out compliments and instructions with the ease of a seasoned chef. "Grandma, your knife skills are amazing! Look at how perfectly you've diced the vegetables!"

you've washed the tomatoes so thoroughly,

eggs with tomatoes. Let's make that

stew. Grandma, could you help chop the beef into small cubes? Be careful not

Elysia was moved to tears by this simple, domestic

taking Emmett back to that twisted environment?

her turmoil, wrapped his arm around her shoulders in

scene, quietly wiped her tears and bent down

she was holding and ran to

forced a smile and lifted her daughter into her arms, "Are you

and I are helping. Why does your voice sound hoarse, Mummy? And why are your eyes

to check on Elysia, who had not shared the

by Elysia's distressed appearance, Pamela and the kids grew

reassured them, "No

was just moved by a story Blossom told me. I

my eyes are all red, and my voice is

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a little apron, approached with curiosity, "What story did Blossom tell that was

her eyes brimming with tears, "Blossom

reassured her, "Mummy, don't be sad. We'll never be

kids echoed in unison, "Right,

affectionately patted the others, "Yes, we'll never be

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