?Chapter 52:
Shortly after Ferris departed, Caylee’s hand gently fell to her side. This time, however, there was no cause for rm. Her cheeks were flushed with a healthy glow, and her breathing was steady—she was simply in a deep sleep
Her attending doctor reassured the Sanchez family, “Ms. Sanchez is in very good condition now. She’ll be moved to a ward to recuperate and wait for Dr. Riss to schedule the surgery.” He couldn’t hide his enthusiasm. “I’m eagerly anticipating it. We must observe closely when the timees!”
Myles, also excited, chimed in, “Dr. Riss’s surgery will be another milestone for our hospital. It will be an honor. We’ll provide all the support she needs.”
Under Myles’s direction, Caylee was transferred to a ward where she would be well cared for. Gradually, those who hade to see Dr. Riss dispersed, leaving only Connor, Marissa, and the Sanchez family
The Sanchez family members looked at Marissa withplicated expressions, unsure if her actions were genuine or merely for show
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Finally, Daryl spoke. “Tiffany, regardless of everything, thank you for today.”
Marissa calling Caylee “Mom” had given her great pleasure. Everyone saw it clearly. Marissa’s response was tinged with a hint of sadness. “I came to see my mother. You don’t need to thank me. I’ll be visiting more often. I hope you won’t turn me away.”
Despite uncertainties about her connection to Caylee, Marissa was determined to fulfill the duties of a daughter, since she was now Tiffany. However, Le remained skeptical. “Tiffany, are you ying games again? Are you here to cause more pain?”
Marissa, undeterred by Le’s wariness and having faced her hostility before, responded with a gentle smile, “I was thoughtless when I was younger. I’ve grown since then and won’t make those mistakes again. Thank you, Le, for looking after my mother.”
Le, caught off guard by Marissa’s maturity, hesitated before asking, “Is that really true?”
“Yes,” Marissa nodded sincerely
“Tiffany, are you really going to ept us as your family?” Shaun asked, his demeanor gentle. Marissa looked at Shaun and responded warmly, “Thank you for taking care of my mom for me. I’m here to do my part as her daughter now. I hope you won’t shut me out.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than Ruth took Marissa’s hand and said, “Tiffany, I’ve been waiting to see you again for ten years. How could we possibly shut you out?”
Rachel grasped Marissa’s other hand, her smile tender. “Tiffany, you’re always wee at our home. We understand the mistakes you made were under the influence of the Nash family. It’s never toote to make amends.”
Daryl gently patted Marissa’s head, his expression one of relief and joy. “Good girl. I was very angry with you before, but as your uncle, I can’t hold a grudge forever. If you’re ready to correct your mistakes, we can put the past behind us.”
With all the elders of the Sanchez family surrounding Marissa, Shaun couldn’t get closer but smiled at her from behind Ruth and Rachel. “Tiffany, wee home,” he said warmly. Shaun, a few years older than Marissa, had theposure and elegance of a young man raised in a family of artists and schrs
“Thank you, Shaun,” Marissa replied, her smile genuine
Le, having calmed her earlier fury, apologized, “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. I’m d you’re part of our family now.” Le’s straightforward and warm nature was a contrast to the refined demeanors typically found in the Sanchez family
Marissa, appreciating her cousin’s directness, replied, “I’ve already forgotten what happened just now.”
Leughed joyfully, her mood lifted
The warmth and modesty of the Sanchez family enveloped Marissa. ording to Tiffany’s diary entries, she had always been grateful to the Sanchez family but hesitant to grow closer. Marissa desperately wanted to find out what the “devil” in Tiffany’s mind was, and she was eager to know whether she was rted to the Sanchez family or not. With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Marissa couldn’t resist asking, “Uncle Daryl, did my mom give birth to more than one child back then?”
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