Rejected, And Became A Heiress

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Chapter 0116

Cara's POV

I watch my daughter's chest rise and fall in a slow and steady rhythm, sleep finally taking a firm and well-deserved hold on her. My head is spinning with complicated emotions.

This isn't the first time Mia has asked me to give her a Daddy. I know her little heart yearns for a father... yearns to be like all the other kids who have two parents.

I so greatly want to be able to grant her wish. As a mother, I want to give my daughter everything her heart desires.

Bedford had just asked me to marry him, but there's no way I could let someone like him be the father of my child. If there's a quickest and most fitting solution to this... it might just be Alaric.

But Alaric, but this... This is such a complex, indescribably tenuous situation... How could I begin to explain that to my six-year-old daughter?

I can't, because she could never understand.

So here I sit, lost in thought at her bedside, watching her sleep.

There's a knock at the door. Maybe it's one of the nurses coming to tend to Mia.

I say

breath catches in my chest when I see

him.

a paper in his hand. "Dr. Marlow had to step away for a moment, but some of Mia's test results came back. She wanted me to show this to you, and she'll come back later to discuss it further." Alaric furrowed his brow, looking genuinely worried

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the paper, and see lots of charts and tables, numbers and symbols that only make sense to me thanks to all of our routine trips to this hospital. I realize how much I've learned during all of the

the paper, deciphering the information. It appears that Mia has temporarily stabilized, but we still aren't any closer to curing

plenty more questions

his force so low he

Mia is safe for now... Until the next time she has to shift into

about the test results, questions to be asked when Dr. Marlon

"I heard about your friend,

offered a spot at the Illari Medical School. They have specialists

me. "That's wonderful Please give her my congratulations for securing a

will," I

looks at Mia, watching her sleep just as I had been doing for the

at our daughter's bedside. But only one of us knows that she's OUR

speaks. "I just... Well, I don't understand..." He speaks slowly, seemingly choosing his words very carefully. Like he's trying to be...