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

of a Life anchored with Alexis, but he recognized the

with Leonel’s resolve, was initially

before he could respond, finally nodding

“Alright,” Marcus whispered.

“We won’t tell her.

the promise been made

bank was running low on rh-negative

to contribute, giving

he emerged, his pallor was

action to assist Waylen,

Elva came quickly, their

“How is everything?”

Marcus responded, “Alexis and the baby

with a severe

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