That morning, the sun shone warmly, illuminating the therapy room downstairs. Victoria stood in the corner of the room, watching Logan practice his little steps. The cane he used was starting to touch the floor less and less. He walked slowly, his leg muscles working hard to support his body.“Good, Mr. Logan,” Victoria said in a soft voice. ‘Try stepping your right foot a little further. Yes, like that.”Logan nodded without looking back, his focus entirely on the movement he was making. His breathing sounded labored, but there was no sign of giving up on his face.“I can go further than this, Victoria,’ he said firmly.Victoria smiled, admiring his enthusiasm. “I know you can. But don't push yourself too hard.”He paused, wiping the sweat from his forehead. ”If I don't push myself, how can I fully recover?”Victoria didn't answer immediately. Her words were true, although sometime
That morning, Victoria sat next to Abigail's bed, her fingers tightly gripping the girl's small hand. Abigail's pale face cut her to the heart, even though she had passed her critical period the night before. The morning sunlight penetrated the window curtains, but its warmth was unable to dispel the anxiety that continued to haunt Victoria's heart.Chris entered the room with calm steps, a tablet in his hand. His face was serious, as always, but this time there was a note of caution in his voice.“Mrs. Victoria,” he called, breaking the silence. ‘I would like to update you on Abigail's condition.”Victoria immediately stood up, looking at the doctor attentively. ’How is she, Doc? Has she really passed her critical period?”Chris nodded slowly. “For now, yes. Last night's blood transfusion helped stabilize her hemoglobin levels. But...”Victoria could feel the tension in his tone of voice. ‘But
Logan arrived at the Victoria family home quickly. His black car stopped gracefully in front of the fence, creating an aura of undeniable authority. With a cane in his hand, he got out, his eyes full of controlled anger.On the doorstep, James, Abigail, and Lucy appeared, their gaze filled with shock at the sight of the man.“What is this?” James asked suspiciously, his expression hardening.Logan stared at them sharply, without a shred of doubt in his eyes. ‘I hear you refused to help Abigail. But I haven't come to beg. I want to make you an offer.”“An offer?’ Lucy cocked her head, her expression instantly changing to one of interest.“That's right,” Logan replied firmly. ‘I will pay dearly if one of you is suitable to be a donor for Abigail. Cash, in large enough amounts to change your lives.”Instantly, James, Abigail, and Lucy's eyes lit up. Greed was clearly etched on their fa
The days felt so long, but at least there was a glimmer of hope. Victoria spent almost all her time in the hospital, sitting by Abigail's bedside. The girl's small face was beginning to show a little color, although she still looked pale. Her tiny, weak hands gripped Victoria's fingers, and although the grip was barely perceptible, the small touch gave her extraordinary strength.Meanwhile, Logan continued his routine with unwavering determination. Even though he had to walk with a cane, he still went to the office, making sure Dallas Corp was still running after the dark times Grace left. Occasionally, he would send Victoria a message, asking about Abigail's condition or simply reminding her to eat.“Mommy, I want ice cream...” Abigail muttered hoarsely.Victoria smiled gently, stroking her daughter's hair lovingly. “Honey, you can't have ice cream yet. Dr. Chris says you still have to eat soft foods first.”Abigail pouted, her bi
It was quite late at night when Victoria made sure Abigail was fast asleep. The little girl's even breathing and peaceful face brought a little calm to her heart. However, her thoughts were still filled with the unexpected encounter earlier that afternoon. Frans, with all his arrogance, had managed to shake the determination that she had worked so hard to build.After making sure Abigail was comfortable, Victoria decided to step out for a moment. There was a small coffee shop at the end of the street that she knew wasn't too busy at this time of day. Wearing a light jacket, she whispered to the nurse on duty in front of Abigail's room.“If anything happens, please contact me immediately,” she pleaded.The nurse nodded obediently, and Victoria stepped outside. The night air was quite cold, but she enjoyed it. Her steps felt light, even though her thoughts remained heavy.The small shop was almost empty, with only a couple of young people sittin
Victoria had just gotten up, preparing to leave Logan with all the emotional scars she carried, when her cell phone vibrated. Chris's name appeared on the screen, making her catch her breath.“Chris?” Her voice trembled as she answered the call.“Victoria, you have to get here right away,” Chris' voice sounded urgent. ‘Abigail's condition is worsening. We have to do a spinal cord transplant as soon as possible. We need a donor immediately.”Victoria's blood seemed to freeze. Her legs weakened, forcing her to hold on to the table so she wouldn't fall. ’I'll be right there.”Without waiting for an answer, she immediately hung up and hurried out of the cafe. She didn't care if Logan called her, trying to stop her. However, when she arrived at the hospital, she found Logan had followed her.Chris was waiting for her in front of Abigail's treatment room. His face looked serious, his eyes full of fatigue.
That night, the hospital was quiet. Victoria sat on a small sofa in the corner of Abigail's treatment room. The little girl was fast asleep after a light conversation with her mother a few hours earlier. Logan stood by the window, staring blankly out. Occasionally he would shift his gaze to Victoria, then fall silent again.Victoria sighed softly. She could feel the anxiety hanging in the room. Logan rarely looked like this—so deep in thought. It made her feel guilty. The decision to involve Frans in Abigail's rescue was made in a panic, without having time to discuss it with Logan.“Logan,” Victoria finally called out, breaking the silence.The man turned slowly, his expression still flat. “Yes?”Victoria got up from where she was sitting and walked over to him. ‘I know something is bothering you. I can feel it.”Logan shook his head slowly. ’I'm just tired, Victoria. Too much has happened in the las
After weeks of hospitalization, Abigail was finally allowed to go home. The news felt like a miracle to Victoria. Their journey had not been easy, and she never expected this day to come so soon.“Are we going home, Mama?” Abigail looked at her with sparkling eyes, her fingers tightly gripping her beloved rabbit doll, which was starting to get shabby.Victoria nodded, smiling warmly. “Yes, dear. We're going home. But remember, you have to follow Doctor Chris' advice, okay. Don't get too tired.”Abigail nodded excitedly. ”I promise, Mom!”While Victoria took care of the administrative documents, Logan went home first to make sure the house was ready to welcome Abigail. He was always like that—taking on a role without saying much.When Victoria received a call from Logan, she just found out that the man had prepared a little surprise.“Abigail should feel really welcome at home,” Logan said
The slowly improving relationship between Victoria, Lucy, and her mother brings a new atmosphere to their lives. Although Victoria remains vigilant, she cannot ignore their efforts to repair the relationship. Abigail seems happy, and that is her top priority.Logan, as always, is her loyal supporter. He understands how difficult it is for Victoria to accept them back, but he also understands that giving them a chance is a necessary step.“What do you think, Victoria?” Logan asked one evening as they enjoyed tea in the garden. ‘Do you feel they have really changed?”Victoria stared at the star-studded night sky, pondering her answer. ’I want to believe it, Logan. They seem sincere. But old wounds don't just heal.”Logan held her hand, providing a calming warmth. “Let's just take it slow. I know you're doing this for Abigail's sake, and I'm proud of you.”A few weeks after their first visit, Lucy and he
It was a sunny day with a gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers from the back garden. In the living room, Victoria was sitting with Logan, discussing their weekend plans, when the sound of the doorbell suddenly broke the silence.“Who is it so early in the morning?“ muttered Victoria, getting up from the sofa and walking towards the door.When the door opened, a look of surprise immediately appeared on her face. Lucy and her mother, Abigail, were standing there. Their faces looked a little tense, although they tried to look calm.“Victoria,” Lucy said in a low voice. “May we come in?”Victoria was silent. Old memories flowed back into her mind—the wounds they had left on her and Chelsea were still clear. However, before she could answer, Logan was already standing behind her.“Please come in,“ he said firmly, his tone neutral.The atmosphere in the living room was filled with tensio
After a very pleasant honeymoon trip, Victoria and Logan finally returned home. As soon as they entered the living room, Abigail's cheerful voice immediately greeted them.“Mom! Papa Logan!” she exclaimed, running energetically.Victoria immediately stretched out her arms, welcoming her daughter in a tight hug. ”Mom, I miss you so much, sweetheart. How are you?”Abigail smiled broadly. “I'm fine, Mom! Aunt Jesslyn and Uncle Frans are very kind. We baked a lot of cakes!”Logan, who was standing next to her, leaned over and kissed Abigail's forehead lovingly. ”Dad misses you too. You're getting smarter, aren't you?”On the sofa, Jesslyn sat down with a warm smile. Victoria approached her, still holding Abigail's hand.“Jesslyn, thank you for taking care of Abigail while we were away,“ she said sincerely.“No need to thank me, Victoria,” Jesslyn replied gently. &ldqu
The days passed happily. Logan, who had to rely on a cane to walk, was finally able to move normally again. The long recovery paid off, restoring the confident smile that had disappeared from his face.Abigail also showed tremendous progress. Her health was increasingly stable, even good enough to take exams to enter a normal school. This was a big moment for her family, especially for Victoria. She knew how important education was for Abigail's future, and she wanted to make sure her daughter got the best.In the midst of all the busyness, one night, Logan approached Victoria with a confident look on his face. They sat in the living room after Abigail went to sleep, enjoying the warm tea Victoria had just made.“I have a plan,” Logan said suddenly.Victoria looked at him curiously. “What are your plans?”Logan smiled, his eyes shining like a child holding a big surprise. ‘Vacation. Just the two of us.”Victoria was silent for a moment. ’Vac
That morning, Victoria felt a little nervous. Frans had informed her that Jesslyn, his wife, would be visiting. Although she had agreed to accept this situation for Abigail's sake, there was anxiety that she found difficult to dismiss. What if Jesslyn objected? What if this meeting complicated matters?The front door of the house opened as the servant opened it. Frans entered first, followed by an elegant-looking woman. Jesslyn's smile was friendly, but Victoria could sense the tension hidden behind that expression.“Hello, Victoria,” Jesslyn said as she extended her hand.Victoria shook her hand gently. ”Hello, Jesslyn. Thank you for taking the time to come.”Jesslyn sat in the living room, her eyes occasionally glancing around the house. “What a beautiful house,” she commented briefly.“Thank you,” Victoria replied in a neutral tone. She offered tea and cake in an attempt to break the ice.For a moment, there was only silence between them
Victoria sat in the living room with Logan. The cup of tea in her hand had long since cooled, while her thoughts were constantly haunted by the terrible events of some time ago. The smell of smoke and the sound of cracking wood on fire still felt so real every time she closed her eyes.“Grace won't be getting out of prison anytime soon,“ Logan finally spoke up, breaking the silence between them.Victoria looked up, staring at the man in front of her with a questioning expression.“How can you be so sure?” she asked, her voice slightly trembling.Logan sighed before answering, “There is a lot of corroborating evidence. The police have found records of her illegal transactions, evidence that she hired someone to burn down our house, as well as documents showing her motive for destroying Dallas Corp. Believe me, Victoria, Grace won't be free for a long time.”Victoria bit her lip, trying to digest Logan's words. How
Victoria's life is slowly returning to calm, something she hasn't felt in a long time. What previously only felt like a dream is now a reality. Every morning she wakes up grateful that Abigail is getting healthier, and Logan, who is slowly recovering from his leg injury, now hardly needs a cane to walk.The kitchen is now Victoria's favorite place. The smell of cooking fills every corner of the house, bringing a warmer atmosphere. Logan and Abigail often join in, helping or just chatting while waiting for the food to be ready.“Morning, Mom!” Abigail's cheerful voice breaks the morning silence.Victoria turns and sees her daughter running towards her. The little girl's smile is always an encouragement to her.“Morning, sweetheart,“ she replied, brushing Abigail's still slightly tangled hair.Soon, Logan emerged from his small study. He looked fresh in his casual shirt that hung loosely on his frame.“What is tha
After weeks of hospitalization, Abigail was finally allowed to go home. The news felt like a miracle to Victoria. Their journey had not been easy, and she never expected this day to come so soon.“Are we going home, Mama?” Abigail looked at her with sparkling eyes, her fingers tightly gripping her beloved rabbit doll, which was starting to get shabby.Victoria nodded, smiling warmly. “Yes, dear. We're going home. But remember, you have to follow Doctor Chris' advice, okay. Don't get too tired.”Abigail nodded excitedly. ”I promise, Mom!”While Victoria took care of the administrative documents, Logan went home first to make sure the house was ready to welcome Abigail. He was always like that—taking on a role without saying much.When Victoria received a call from Logan, she just found out that the man had prepared a little surprise.“Abigail should feel really welcome at home,” Logan said
That night, the hospital was quiet. Victoria sat on a small sofa in the corner of Abigail's treatment room. The little girl was fast asleep after a light conversation with her mother a few hours earlier. Logan stood by the window, staring blankly out. Occasionally he would shift his gaze to Victoria, then fall silent again.Victoria sighed softly. She could feel the anxiety hanging in the room. Logan rarely looked like this—so deep in thought. It made her feel guilty. The decision to involve Frans in Abigail's rescue was made in a panic, without having time to discuss it with Logan.“Logan,” Victoria finally called out, breaking the silence.The man turned slowly, his expression still flat. “Yes?”Victoria got up from where she was sitting and walked over to him. ‘I know something is bothering you. I can feel it.”Logan shook his head slowly. ’I'm just tired, Victoria. Too much has happened in the las