CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Charlie needed to ease into seeing Ben as his father figure. That way, when the truth came out, it would be easier for him to accept. Yet, guilt still weighed heavily on Jamie. "Today, when he asked me, I almost told him. I didn't even think about how to explain later why his dad didn't acknowledge him," she said, her voice tinged with remorse. Ben gently pulled her into his arms, letting her rest against him for comfort. "If anyone should feel guilty, it's me, not you."

Sure enough, Charlie grew even closer to Ben. What started as admiration for someone kind to him and his mom had shifted into complete trust and reliance, like a child with his father.

Jamie noticed the changes, too. Her relationship with Ben, often nudged by Charlie, became increasingly intimate. She felt a mix of unease and warmth but couldn't find the words to address it. Before she could make sense of her emotions, something happened. Her mom, Linda, was rushed to the hospital.

"How is she? Last night, she woke me up screaming my dad's name. I don't know what happened," Jamie said, her eyes wide with panic and her voice trembling.

Wilfred glanced at her hands clutching his sleeve. "You might want to loosen your grip."

She realized and quickly let go, murmuring an apology, but her anxiety was palpable.

"I really..." she began.

condition is stable for now," Wilfred reassured her. "The

baffled. "But none of us would've

careful, except for Charlie. But he was just a kid. How could he possibly have triggered anything? Seeing her frustration, Wilfred added, "Let's not dwell on the trigger for now. What we do know is that

Jamie's

passed away years ago, and the pain still lingered. They had searched for Linda for so many years. If

should spend time with her. Her mental state is fragile, and having family close is what

was curled in a corner of the bed. At the sound of Jamie's footsteps, she timidly raised her head. But when she recognized her

so sorry..." Jamie whispered, holding Linda's wrinkled hands, feeling

years of hard work, but now they were worn, with dark spots marking the passage of time. These marks told the story

the room as though she would find a kitchen hidden somewhere. Jamie gently stopped her. "Mom, I'm not hungry. Please, just sit and rest. That's the best thing you