Tania's situation had everyone on edge. Peter was panicking, and so was Charles, who was worried sick about Tania and Brandon's health. To top it off, Nancy's condition was worsening by the day. She was supposed to get a bone marrow transplant from Tania, but since

Tania was unwell, they had to rethink their plans. It was a real mess for Charles to deal with.

Late at night, while everybody was sleeping, Charles was still up, giving orders to Ronald and the Kerlsberg crew. Noelle's heart ached with worry as she watched Charles burn the candle at both ends.

Charles had barely touched his dinner that night, so Noelle made some noodles and took them upstairs. She lingered outside his study, listening to him rattle off instructions on the phone. She burst through the door with her brow furrowed with concern, stopping him mid- sentence. "What's wrong?" He wrapped up the call with Ronald and hung up, his lips pressed together. "You heard all that?"

Noelle nodded, her face etched with worry. "What's the deal with Tania and Brandon?"

had heard enough to know Tania was unwell. "You mentioned a virus and

weary sigh, took the bowl from Noelle, and stared at the noodles. A look of surprise crossed his face. "You

barely touched your dinner, and I'm

hair. "You're always looking out for

the noodles get soggy and lose

Charles grabbed a bowl and began to eat. Noelle watched him from the side. After Charles finished his meal in record time, she passed him a glass

could not keep it from Noelle, Charles

been passed on to Brandon? When did all this

three years old, facing such a cruel fate.

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