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.

subsided. Curiously, Leon found

her gaze, disbelief swirling within her

to rescue her grandmother was callously dismissed. His cruelty knew no bounds. Gianna might

Leon diverged, bereft of desire and immune to

craft jewelry for your union with Miss Brown. My commitment is unwavering. Should

you perform this surgery, I shall vanish from

binding her plea. She

weight of her grandmother’s salvation loomed large; failure to seize this chance would etch an indelible guilt across

sleek fabric of Leon’s trousers. This instant marked the zenith of humility in her existence, yet in her pursuit of

cheeks, relentless as a river’s

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