Chapter 1805:


    “I think you’re the better choice for her,” Gillian replied, her expression steady and serious. “But if it’s too much to ask, I’ll send her back to the Martel family instead.”


    She was mindful that raising a child would be a significant responsibility for Christina. If it came to that, she would ept the Martel family as Adide’s guardians. She couldn’t bear the thought of her daughter returning to the slums — that life offered no future. The Martel family could give Adide what she deserved. It was the only way Gillian could be certain her daughter would be safe.


    “Of course I’ll take her,” Christina said gently. “But stop worrying — you’re going to be fine. We have to have faith in King.”


    Gillian felt a wave of warmth wash over her. “I know King is remarkable,” she said with a small smile, “but anything can happen. I just want to make sure every detail is settled before I go in.”


    She didn’t mention that even if she survived, she and Adide intended to remain with the Jones family for the rest of their lives, repaying Christina’s kindness through devotion and service.


    Christina ced a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry. If the worst should happen, I promise I will take the very best care of Adide.”


    “Thank you,” Gillian said — and before she realized it, she had bowed deeply.


    “Stand up. There’s no need for that here,” Christina said, reaching out to lift her gently. “Go on back to your work. I’ll give you the surgery schedule as soon as I have it.”


    “Thank you so much, Miss Jones,” Gillian said, and she meant every word.


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    She knew that no expression of gratitude could ever be enough. Christina hadn’t only saved her and Adide — she had given their entire family a new life. The debt they owed her was one that could never truly be repaid, no matter how many years passed.


    Two dayster, Gillian approached the surgical bed with quietposure, her personal affairs already settled. Whether the operation ended in sess or failure, she had made her peace with whatever fate chose to bring.


    Christina was not merely the one holding the scalpel. She was also using this operation as a way to measure how far Alban was willing to go for Gillian. Well before Gillian was wheeled in, Christina had already dispatched an unexpected message to Henrik. By now, the Martel household was most likely deep in discussion over its contents.


    With steady calm, Christina stepped into the operating theater, fully prepared to conduct the procedure herself. She had given her word to see Gillian safely off that table, and she trusted her own hands to pull her back from the edge.


    At the Martel estate, Alban cast a quick nce at his phone the moment he arrived.


    Time had passed, and Gillian had still not sent a single reply. A faint crease formed between his brows as worry crept in. Being abruptly called away from the office by his family had left him unsettled, a strange weight pressing on his chest.


    “Grandfather, you summoned me back so urgently — what’s going on?” he asked.


    Henrik let out a softugh. “Take a guess.” His tone was light and unmistakably pleased.


    Alban’s gaze swept across the room, noting how unusually bright everyone’s expressions were. “What is this about? Did something happen?”


    “Far better than that!” Henrik’s eyes shone with undisguised joy.


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