Barbara's outburst didn't catch Lizetta off guard.

That day, when she flat-out refused to enter the operating room, Lizetta could see her stubborn streak. But, she was still taken aback by Barbara's reaction.

Remington wrapped her in his arms, giving her shoulders a gentle pat before he spoke up, "You're overthinking this. Getting this bunch of flowers was my idea. My wife just helped pick them out and wrapped them up herself, to show we care."

Barbara collapsed onto the bed, breathing slightly heavily, her eyes, clouded with age, looked towards Remington.

"Remington, you're here to visit today, and you brought her along; what's the real message you're trying to send? Just spit it out."

Remington let go of Lizetta's hand and stepped forward. He bent down, taking Barbara's frail hand in his, the one adorned with his wedding ring.

my finger, and my wife's always been by my side. She's carrying our child,

touched the ring on Remington's finger, her hands trembling non-stop. She looked at Remington with sadness and disappointment, "Remington, you're always the one I knew who kept your word!" Remington, feeling guilty, held Barbara's hand tighter, "I'm sorry. I

this and glanced back at Lizetta, although she knew his words were mainly for Barbara, meeting his gaze, and hearing him speak of their love and inability to

her feel like his words were genuine, straight from

mother. I believe you wish for

Eileen, who hurried forward, taking Barbara's hand, "Mom, I'm

clung to Eileen's arm, tears streaming down her face, lamenting, "Stella, my poor Stella, I'm sorry I can't fulfill my last wish

I know you only want what's best for me, but just being back with you and dad

can see that Remington and his wife truly love each other. I don't want

still as kind-hearted as you were when you were little, always thinking of others before yourself, willing to suffer

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