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.

Curiously, Leon found

lifted her gaze, disbelief swirling within

her grandmother was callously dismissed. His cruelty

bereft of desire

jewelry for your union with Miss Brown. My commitment is unwavering. Should you engage in conflict with your grandmother,

me? Should you perform this surgery, I

thread binding her plea. She laid herself

frost encasing Leon’s heart. The weight of her grandmother’s

her existence, yet in her pursuit of her grandmother’s deliverance, she remained impervious

down her cheeks, relentless as

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