147. Fulfilling the duty of a husband

Vincenzo's POV

My eyes closed on their own as I frantically prayed for her safety.

I had her back in my life, smiling and happy.

In my mind's eye, I envisioned her returning to me, radiant and joyful, bringing light back into my life.

When I opened my eyes, the doctors were still tirelessly working on her, and her frail form lay almost lifeless on the operating table. Only the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor provided any reassurance that she was still with us.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the heart monitor's alarming rhythm began to stabilize. The room let out a collective sigh of relief as her vital signs improved. The surgeons continued their work and I stepped aside.

I can't bear the sight anymore.

"Everything would be alright, child," Sister Mary said as she approached me.

I could only manage a nod; my emotions were too raw for words.

Liam appeared to be keeping Emma updated on the situation, while Emma, it seemed, had chosen to stay at the orphan