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    But her bias against Elsa had driven her to push her away. And though she knew her own mother was obsessed with card games, she had insisted she take care of Emmie.


    As Emmie’s mother, she bore the primary responsibility for the tragedy.


    Regret overwhelmed her. Since Emmie’s death, sleep had eluded her. Nightmares of Emmie gued her whenever she closed her eyes.


    She was teetering on copse, and Kenny was trying to pull her from the abyss.


    “Stop tormenting yourself. In a couple of years, we will have another child. Emmie will return to us,” he said gently.


    Rosanna’s tears wouldn’t stop. “I’m a terrible mother, Kenny. Totally irresponsible. How can I even think about having another child?” Losing two loved ones at once had crushed her.


    “No, it’s not your fault. Don’t overthink it,” Kenny reassured her. “Tomorrow, we’ll head back. Let’s pull ourselves together. In a few months, we will try for another baby.”


    Rosanna nodded weakly. “Alright. I’ll do whatever you say. And… I’ll apologize to your mom. She deserves that. I was wrong about her before. If we’re ever blessed with another baby, I want her to care for them. She really was wonderful with Emmie.”


    Elsa scoured the hospital for Gracie but couldn’t find her. She dialed her number, but it went unanswered. A sinking feeling gripped her. Could it be…


    An hourter, Gracie emerged from the operating room, her face ashen and her steps unsteady.


    After much consideration, she had chosen to terminate the pregnancy. Raising a child alone felt overwhelming.


    What she craved wasn’t a child or a new family member, but stability — a dependable anchor, not another weight to carry.


    She knew it was selfish, but with no one to rely on, she had to prioritize herself.


    Now, post-surgery and frail, she was utterly alone.


    “Gracie! Why didn’t you tell me?” Elsa walked over as soon as she spotted her. “Going through that by yourself? You could have let me know. You look so pale.”


    Seeing Gracie’s pallor, Elsa felt a wave of concern.


    “Elsa, you’re still here?” Gracie, moved by Elsa’s care, offered a faint smile,forted that someone was there for her.


    Elsa guided her to a seat. “I looked everywhere and called you but couldn’t find you. I guessed you were in surgery, so I checked. Let me take you home.”


    Aware that Gracie had no family and needed support, Elsa stepped up to help her.


    The maid apanying Elsa lent a hand, supporting Gracie’s arm. When they arrived at Gracie’s ce, the maid offered to fetch some health supplements.


    Gracie, weak but appreciative, murmured, “Thank you, Elsa, truly.”


    Elsa stayed for two days, tending to Gracie until her strength returned and she could manage on her own. Then, Elsa left.


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