Greg noticed the quiet figure in his arms had finally succumbed to sleep.

After confirming she was indeed asleep, he gently placed her on the bed with the utmost care.

He then went to prepare a warm towel, using it to gently wipe away the tear stains on her face.

Afterward, he swiftly showered, slid under the covers, and pulled her back into his embrace.

...

I had a lengthy dream.

It began with meeting my grandmother, recounting the days we spent together.

Followed by kidnappings, explosions...

And then, my grandmother's passing, without me having the chance for a final goodbye.

Whom should I blame?

Blame Mark?

But in the end, I should blame myself.

It was my own lack of ability to protect them.

My grandmother, the children.

The children...

"Jane..."

heard Greg calling me, standing not far from me, his gaze filled with sorrow as

tone was one of humility, unlike

you really not want

"What are you

Greg couldn't

that's okay. I

to explain,

scene before me

saw a little

asking why I

my mouth to explain,

cried, drifting further and further away from

the way my grandmother

after her, shouting

as

"Don't go—"

up abruptly,

my hand

behind my

okay, Jane, the baby

vision gradually cleared, and I noticed the

Andrews stood at the front,

shock, and

back, "You lost a lot of blood, but the baby is fine,

baby is okay this time, it can't endure much more, know losing Ramona has been hard to accept, but for

happens again, I might not be able to save

my grandmother's death, hearing it

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