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.

Vince glanced over at them. The sight of mother

siblings separated for years, not recognizing each other at first, but still drawn together by something deep and unspoken. No matter the years or the

image unsettled him. It was as if Jessica and Henry, standing

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

to Jessica

already made her choice

gnawed

he

did Timothy have that he

years before Yates finally understood

by, each passing second

spoke,

he and his mother had been this

three hours. At last, the doors to

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

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