Time had never crawled like this before.

It dragged on, stretching out like eleven endless years.

Vince stood up and walked over.

He let out a weary sigh.

Timothy had always been ruthless, capable of doing the most unthinkable things to Jessy-but Vince could never bring himself to be that heartless. No matter how

hard he tried, he simply couldn't stop caring about Timothy.

They'd grown up together. Thirty years of friendship.

At last, the doors to the operating room swung open.

The Lawsons immediately crowded around, bombarding the doctors with anxious questions.

Their voices overlapped in a surge of panic and desperation, making the doctors' heads spin.

"Enough! Quiet down!" one of the doctors barked, exasperated. "All this noise isn't helping the patient's recovery!"

Instantly, silence fell. The waiting room felt still, heavy with fear and hope.

At least, no one had said the worst. No one had announced a death.

A doctor stepped forward. "The internal bleeding wasn't fatal. We've managed to take care of it. The real danger was the brain hemorrhage. We performed a craniotomy, and the surgery was a success. But the next seventy-two hours are critical. If there's no further bleeding and the patient regains consciousness after three days, then he'll be out of danger."

They'd managed to snatch him back from the brink.

still hung over them

voice trembled as she asked, "And if he

death. He could end up in a permanent vegetative state. For now, he'll be in intensive care, monitored by our best team. When he's brought out, please keep quiet. Go home and

collapsed again,

for this kind of stress. His

never living up to expectations. And now, his only outstanding grandson was

nurse, who hurried

like everyone's blood pressure had been through the roof

Timothy out

lips. His head had been shaved and was now bandaged

covered her mouth, stifling a

tears twisted in a

down her fanguish,

but

make a

Naylor nearly fainted again.

this really his

barely more than a

his jaw, eyes red and

Herbert

Jessica could only the outline of Timothy's body through the crowd; his

the nurses

steady beeping

and, his voice hoarse, asked, "Do you want to see

mind echoed with

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