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.

the waiting room, Vince glanced over at them. The sight of mother and son

years, not recognizing each other at first, but still drawn together by something deep

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

he felt this way, but

childhood engagement to Jessica might

had already made her choice

resentment gnawed at

had he

have that

many years before Yates finally

by, each passing second an ordeal for

that if he spoke, Jessica would snap out

long it had been since he and his mother

nor short, lasted about three hours. At last,

emerged first, looking utterly exhausted. He had led the operation as chief surgeon—a renowned neurologist, with a team of other

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