Contrary to whispers of the magnate Douglas, already on the mend and off to seal a monumental deal in Livebop, the truth was far grimmer.

Inside the sterile walls of the operating room, the urgency was palpable.

Leonel was fading, his blood loss significant.

His left leg, badly broken, would soon be pieced together with metal, and the doctors warned of a possible future bound to a wheelchair.

The damage was that grave.

His thigh, a jigsaw of bone fragments, bore the brunt of the trauma.

Rena lingered outside the surgery room, her eyes brimming with sorrow.

Marcus was by her side, offering silent support as he held her arm, sharing the weight of her grief without uttering a word.

He recalled the moment when Leonel, clinging to the last threads of awareness post-accident, implored, “Keep this from Alexis.

I’ve promised to let her go.

the one who endures a lifetime of hardship if it

old had dreamed of a Life anchored with Alexis, but he recognized the fragility of

with Leonel’s resolve,

passed before he could respond, finally nodding

“Alright,” Marcus whispered.

“We won’t tell her.

promise been made than

hospital’s blood bank was

to contribute, giving 400 milliliters

emerged, his pallor was

action to assist Waylen,

came quickly, their faces

“How is everything?”

hushed tones, Marcus responded, “Alexis and the baby are

with a severe fracture in his

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