His adoptive mother, who had rescued him, nurtured his education, and embraced him as her own, had succumbed to illness. The girl who had rescued him from the abyss of despair had vanished, leaving him uncertain of her fate.

His pursuit of medicine wasn’t driven by a desire to rescue others; rather, it was fueled by the hope of curing his adoptive mother’s ailment. Yet, cruel irony reigned.

He became a savior to many, but his skills couldn’t rescue the one he held most dear—his adoptive mother.

Leon stood up.

“Rise and depart. Your supplication, even adorned with a genuflection, won’t sway me. I’ve forsaken doctoring.”

Millie’s act of kneeling, a stark departure from her demeanor thus far, flustered him, evoking an unfamiliar emotion. Her past ceaseless presence akin to an incessant buzz, grating on his patience. Her chatter ceased abruptly, leaving an unexpected disquiet in its wake.

her chatter subsided. Curiously, Leon found himself unaccustomed to her

her gaze, disbelief swirling

his heart be so unyielding? A chance to rescue her grandmother was callously dismissed. His cruelty

Leon diverged, bereft of desire and immune

I implore you, save my grandmother. I’ll craft jewelry for your union with Miss Brown. My commitment is unwavering. Should you engage in conflict with your grandmother, my intercession

paused before continuing, “Do you despise me? Should you perform this surgery, I shall vanish from

entreaties flowed ceaselessly, each oath a thread binding her plea.

of her grandmother’s salvation loomed large; failure

of humility in her existence,

her cheeks, relentless

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