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    “Okay,” Dn replied quietly. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.


    Christina gazed at him—at the obedient, docile way hey there—and her smile deepened. How she envied those who lived untouched by the world’s cruelties, shining with pure…


    Innocence. What was it like, she wondered, to be loved without condition, to be sheltered in the arms of parents? Was it like the protection Bethel had once given her?


    From her adoptive parents, she had felt only fleeting warmth. It was almost impossible for her to imagine what it meant to be truly adored by her biological parents. Perhaps she should search for her blood family. And yet, a gnawing fear took root in her heart. What if she had been abandoned? Wouldn’t the truth cut deeper than the uncertainty?


    She longed for family, yet her own fears shackled her. That quiet dread was buried in the depths of her heart, never allowed to surface.


    As those thoughts swirled, her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted into slumber, dreaming of parents she had never known. In her dream, she was a child again, her face lit by an unguarded, innocent smile. She sat upon a swing,ughter bubbling like silver bells, her parents standing close by. Their faces were blurred, yet she knew, with a certainty beyond reason, that they were smiling at her with warmth and love.


    It was a dream so tender, so beautiful, that she wished never to wake. Dn slowly opened his eyes and saw her lying peacefully beside him. Her face was soft in repose, her lips curved in a delicate smile that spoke of joy. He lifted his hand toward her, but hesitated, and then withdrew. She must be having a wonderful, blissful dream, and he didn’t want to disturb her.


    Instead, he silently let her hold onto that beautiful dream. For the rest of his life, he would protect her, ensuring she remained this happy, never touched by pain again.


    Dny quietly on his side, his eyes fixed on her serene face. This moment—this fragile, perfect stillness—felt sacred. And he wished, with all his being, that every day of the future would begin with Christina before him. Even in death, he hoped to rest eternally by her side.


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    Three dayster, at the finest hospital in Lorbridge, Doris whispered, her voice so low that it was meant for Lauretta’s ears alone, “Lauretta, are you certain it’s really King performing the surgery?”


    It was a major operation, and if someone were only pretending to be King, Aldred might not make it off the table alive.


    “Mom, even if you don’t trust me, then surely you trust Dr. Emmett, don’t you? With his team, everything will be fine,” Lauretta reassured her softly.<fnab2b> For original chapters go to find?novel</fnab2b>


    At first, the n had been for Calvin to perform the surgery. But if King were the one operating, the chances of sess would rise considerably.


    Because of this, when Christina intended to speak with King about Chloe’s condition, Lauretta had pleaded with Christina to ask if King would agree to operate on Aldred.


    To Lauretta’s astonishment, King had epted. Lauretta had been overjoyed, though she kept it to herself that Christina’s influence had been the key to reaching King.


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