Chapter 115

**Gabrielle's Point of View**

As I sat in the recovery room, I tried to calm myself after the donation process. I could still feel the pain in my arm, but the ache in my heart was far more intense—a feeling I've long tried to avoid, but can no longer deny.

Justine… Is he really my son?

Earlier, I saw Eumerriah's face, the fear and longing etched in her eyes as we awaited the results. Even though she hasn’t directly told me, I could sense there were things she has long kept hidden—things I'm only now beginning to realize.

As I pieced together the details, my suspicions became clearer. Justine's blood type, the urgency of his condition, and Eumerriah's admission that I was the only possible donor—all these were like pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together in my mind.

I wasn't surprised when Justine needed blood, and I realized that I was the only one with the matching blood type. I didn’t need to ask Eumerriah because, deep down, I already knew the answer. The similarity in our blood