After Naylor set Henry down, the boy walked straight toward Jessica.

Jessica was leaning against the wall, her gaze fixed anxiously on the doors to the operating room. She was silently praying that Timothy's surgery would go

smoothly.

The last thing she wanted was to owe him such a life-altering debt.

All her attention was wrapped around the worries in her heart.

Suddenly, a small, warm hand slipped into hers.

Glancing to her side, she saw Henry looking up at her with innocent, searching eyes.

His expression was riddled with guilt, uncertainty, and a hint of fear.

Henry was afraid she might push him away.

The look in her son's eyes made Jessica's heart soften.

She didn't say a word or pull away. She simply let Henry hold her hand in his steady, silent grip.

at them. The sight of mother and son standing together

each other at first, but still drawn together by something deep and unspoken. No matter

tight line. He'd never actually seen Jessica and Henry together before; this was his first time, and the image unsettled him. It was as if Jessica and Henry, standing hand in hand, belonged exclusively to Timothy—even though Timothy wasn't even with them at that moment, it felt

couldn't quite explain why he felt this way, but the feeling was sharp

realized his childhood engagement to

made her choice all

gnawed

had he lost to

Timothy have that he

be many years before Yates finally

passing second an

if he spoke, Jessica would snap out of her daze and let go

standing there, how long it had been since he and his mother had been this

nor short, lasted about three hours. At last,

exhausted. He had led the operation as chief surgeon—a renowned neurologist,

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