Chapter 1125:

At that time, Gemma had worn ragged clothes, her eyes lingering on the beautiful dresses of other little girls her age. Yet, whenever she looked at Corey, there was no envy—only a fierce loyalty and quiet resilience.

Corey had always wanted to give Gemma a dress she could be proud of. But by the time he could afford one, her illness had worsened. He filled their home with dresses, but Gemma was too weak to leave home and wear them in the world she longed to see.

After Pierre’s death, Gemma’s nights were filled with restless tears. In her dreams, she would beg him to stop killing.

Corey’s chest tightened with unbearable pain. Slowly, he released his grip on the gun. Without another word, he turned and walked away.

That same day, Corey bought a ticket to return home. But before he could board, Alicia called him. “You should come back,” she said, her voice calm but heavy.

her to. His gut told him what she couldn’t say aloud. Gemma was running

The words stuck in his throat, weighed down by anguish. Each second of waiting before the plane took off was pure agony, like being stabbed repeatedly with a blade that

mocking him, a thunderstorm rolled in, delaying the flight. Corey sat alone in the terminal, his hands trembling. He couldn’t shake the thought of Gemma suffering, her small frame wracked with pain. The regret,

called his medical team. “Prepare for surgery. I’ll be back in three hours.” The doctor hesitated.

cracked. “Use

your blood type doesn’t match Gemma’s.

tests himself. He couldn’t save her. But

pitiful. But decades of pain had conditioned her for suffering. Right now, lying in the bed of the emergency room in the villa Corey had bought for her, she found herself clinging to the smallest comforts. Alicia sat

stroking Gemma’s hair with

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