The Wrong Woman

After Oliver examined Daniel's medical records and scans, a look of concern crossed his face. Mila approached him and softly grasped his arm.

Oliver froze. His focus shifted to her hand, then to her gaze, which held a gentleness and sympathy as if she had a sincere request.

“Uncle Oliver,” Mila addressed him affectionately, then mouthed, “Please give him hope.”

Oliver grasped Milas plea. He cleared his throat before he announced, “Dan, the nerves in your legs are still active. With acupuncture and physiotherapy, you could be standing within a year. Regarding your eyes, it's likely due to pressure from a brain hematoma.

“The hematoma'’s location is perilous. You've likely been told by many doctors about it. The craniotomy to remove it has less than a one percent survival rate. However, this surgery isn’t overly challenging for me, and there's at least a ten percent chance of safely removing the clot.

Sienna’s excitement was palpable. She hurried over and grasped Oliver's hand, momentarily forgetting his status as a captor. “Dr. Hoffis, is what you're saying true? Can he truly regain his sight? And stand up, too?”

Mila to instill

hear that? This incredibly skilled doctor, the one who was once close to you, says your eyes and legs can be healed. You mustn't lose hope!” Daniel furrowed his brows and kept his

of silence, she sarcastically responded, “You're right. I

scoffed and brushed off her

a deafening crash reverberated through the living room as the front door was violently kicked open. All eyes snapped to the entrance where Lucas, wearing a stern expression and flanked by armed guards, stormed in

on the ground. With his teeth tightly clenched, he yelled, “Are you so caught up in your

as a despicable person who almost caused Nathan's death. She was determined to get

defend himself. “Separate them and

and crippled. Besides, he needs someone to look

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