What do you want?

Not long after, several sturdy men in all-black attire arrived, and one neatly dressed man approached Glara in front of Gama's ward. "Excuse me, miss, we've taken care of Master Gama's transfer paperwork and prepared for his treatment at the new hospital. We'll be moving Master Gama shortly," he reported while handing Glara a folder containing Gama's details.

"Thank you for your assistance," Glara replied, breathing a sigh of relief.

"The big boss instructed Miss to carry out her part promptly," one of Louis's trusted aides added. Glara nodded in response to the words of her grandfather's confidant.

As Glara was about to inquire more about her duties, several nurses entered Gama's room. Glara wasn't too alarmed because she knew Gama would be prepared for transfer to a larger hospital.

"The patient is ready for transfer," said one nurse leading a line of others pushing Gama's stretcher.

Glara nodded and allowed her grandfather's right-hand man to lead the way while she walked beside Gama's stretcher. Along the way, Glara couldn't stop muttering curses at Damian, her ex-husband. She hadn't received any news about Gama's illness during their time apart. And now, Glara was almost too late to provide help to Gama.

Glara couldn't be a liver donor herself because, after a series of examinations, she didn't meet more than 50% of the criteria. Fortunately, she had Grandfather Louis, who could easily find a donor without waiting long.

"Would Miss like to be with Master or use a private vehicle?" Danish –Louis's confidant– asked.

"I'll be with Gama," Glara replied. Danish nodded in response to her words.

The ambulance carrying Gama and Glara began to move, leaving the hospital building with two luxury cars escorting and guarding the ambulance. Throughout the journey, Glara didn't let go of Gama's hand. She kept reciting prayers for her son's chance to survive.

Before long, the ambulance stopped in front of a hospital with a luxurious building. Glara's arrival was greeted by several nurses who were already waiting in front of the hospital lobby. They took over the stretcher brought from the previous hospital, pushing it through several hallways and stopping in front of an elevator labeled 'patients only.' They brought Gama inside and pressed the button for Gama's procedure room.

After the elevator pinged, Gama's frail body was taken to the intensive care room at the far end of that corridor. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can wait outside. We will conduct an examination before the surgical procedure," Glara nodded and followed the hospital staff's advice.

Glara sat in front of the procedure room, waiting anxiously for the results of her son's examination. She hoped Gama could be treated soon so that he wouldn't suffer any longer. While waiting for the examination process, Grandfather Louis came to her. "Grandfather," Glara whispered, hugging him tightly.

"Everything will be fine, Gama will recover. Trust your grandfather," Glara nodded in response to her grandfather's words.

"If there are no obstacles, Gama will be operated on tomorrow. And after that, both of you must stay with me," Glara nodded again in response to her grandfather's words. She didn't know what her fate would be if her grandfather didn't agree to help due to her stubbornness five years ago.

At precisely three in the afternoon, the doctor approached Glara and invited her to his office. Glara and Louis approached the doctor's room, not far from Gama's ward.

"So, how is it, Doc?"

The doctor smiled and said, "Gama's condition is indeed worrisome, but we can't take immediate action. Considering Gama's age and body not meeting the criteria."

Glara's shoulders slumped, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "But, ma'am and Mr. Louis, please don't worry. We will still provide intensive care until Gama meets the requirements for the surgical procedure."

"What should we do, Doc?" Glara asked after hearing a glimmer of hope from the doctor.

"We will focus on Gama's nutritional treatment first. After Gama reaches his ideal weight, we will conduct further examinations."

Glara breathed a sigh of relief. "So, during this time, will Gama be conscious?"

"After his condition stabilizes, Gama will regain consciousness, but he cannot be taken home yet. We need to monitor him for the next two weeks. During that time, ensure that Gama consumes nutritious food and avoids contact with many people to prevent the risk of other viruses."

Glara nodded, and she conveyed to the doctor that she had entrusted Gama's recovery to the hospital and hoped her son would recover as he did when Glara first moved here. "After Gama regains consciousness, we will transfer him to another intensive care room more suitable for children to avoid stressing Gama."

"Thank you, Doc." The doctor who handled Gama smiled in response to Glara and Louis's words.

According to the doctor's words, after Gama regained consciousness, he was moved to a special intensive care room for children on the fourth floor of the hospital. "Mom," l Gama whispered when he saw Glara sitting next to his bed.

"Yes, dear, what hurts? What does Gama want? What does Gama want to eat?" Glara asked with a hoarse voice and teary eyes.

Gama shook his head and smiled faintly, almost imperceptibly. Glara turned her face away; she couldn't bear to see Gama's ash-gray eyes that looked painful. "Don't leave again, Mom," he weakly said.

Glara tried to smile and nodded, gripping Gama's small hand tightly and kissing it repeatedly. "Mom won't leave again, dear. I'll be here forever with you. Gama, get well soon, keep fighting." Gama nodded and tried to smile.

Time continued to pass, following the agreement Glara made with Louis. Now, Glara was getting ready to put on her office attire and start her duties. "Today, Mom is going to work for a bit. After everything is done, Mom will come back soon. What does Gama want Mom to bring?" Glara asked as she approached her son's bed, who was playing a game on the tablet given by Louis.

"Anything Mom brings, Gama will eat for sure," he replied with a better voice than before.

Glara smiled, kissed Gama's forehead, and approached a nurse who had just arrived. "I'm leaving Gama in your care; let me know if anything happens. I won't be long."

"Okay, ma'am," she replied, nodding politely. Glara patted the babysitter's shoulder, whose age wasn't much different from hers.

Glara quickly left Gama's room, where several guards and Glara's former right-hand man in the company were waiting. Glara smiled and nodded her head.

Throughout the journey to the parking lot, Glara's assistant explained several ongoing projects. Glara listened attentively, not missing a single word. Upon reaching the parking lot, a guard opened the door for her and ushered Glara inside.

Before long, the car drove through the morning streets. Glara deliberately opened her car window; she wanted to breathe in the morning air in her hometown after working abroad for two years. At exactly 9 a.m., Glara's car arrived at a tall and luxurious building.

The car stopped right in front of the lobby. Glara got out of the car and looked towards the lobby. Inside, a neat line of employees and Louis were waiting for her.

Glara walked in, passing employees who bowed their heads in respect. "Welcome, Glara," Louis greeted when Glara stood right in front of him. "Attention, everyone‼! Starting today, all operations of this company and its branches will be handled by my only granddaughter, Glara Latusha Seraphine."

A thunderous applause closed Louis's announcement; they smiled happily hearing the news Louis conveyed. They felt like they were back to five years ago when Glara led the company. Building and navigating the company's career had made her name well-known throughout the country and even internationally.

"Please return to your work positions," Louis said after closing his announcement. He also invited Glara into his office.

"Today, can you attend the meeting with the Norush Group, right?" Grandfather asked as they entered Glara's room from a few years ago.

"Norush Group? Isn't that the company...?"