MasukFiona’s lips trembled as she turned the pages, her fingers shaking.For the first time, she was truly seeing her son.For the first time, she was hearing his voice.Sarah stood quietly beside her, waiting. She didn’t rush her. She didn’t interrupt.When Fiona finally reached the last page, she took a deep breath.“I’ve finished it.”She wiped her tears in a daze, but something in her eyes had changed.A spark.“Miss Sanders… can you promise me you’ll save my son?”Sarah’s expression turned serious. “No one can guarantee anything with absolute certainty. Not even me. But I will do everything I can.”Their eyes met.And in that moment, their resolve was the same.“It was Mrs. Sanders,” Fiona said.Sarah’s brows furrowed. “My aunt?”Fiona nodded firmly. “Yes. It was her.”“That day, I was sitting there, zoning out. A doctor came in with my medication. At first, I thought he was just there to force me to take it again. But he didn’t move. He didn’t leave either.“I felt som
She couldn’t meet Sarah’s eyes. Her voice faltered, and she refused to speak.Sarah understood immediately. She steadied herself and said calmly, “Don’t be afraid. I know what you’re worried about. But you need to understand—your child has to be saved. You can’t let him stay under someone else’s control forever. You’ve been in that hospital long enough. You know what it feels like to have your life controlled, don’t you?”Of course Fiona knew.Her hands twisted together as doubt crept into her heart.Sarah continued, her voice firmer now. “Fiona, do you remember what we agreed on? I told you I would make sure you could watch your son grow up with your own eyes. He hasn’t even had the chance to see you yet. Are you really going to give up like this?”The more she spoke, the more Fiona broke down.Tears streamed down her face.“Miss Sanders… of course I want to be with him. Of course I don’t want to give up.” Her voice trembled. “But you’re not a mother. You don’t understand what
No matter what he said, Zachary’s expression didn’t change.William watched him for a moment.Then it clicked.There was only one thing that could make Zachary this distant.After a pause, he asked quietly, “Aren’t you going to ask what really happened?”Zachary stepped forward, cutting him off without even looking at him. “The doctor will be back in ten minutes to change your dressing.”William knew he was avoiding it.“I can tell you,” he insisted.When Zachary stayed silent, he continued, “What I said to Turner that day was—”“Stop.” Zachary’s voice turned firm, almost sharp. “Grandpa, I don’t care about that. I don’t want to know what you said. You got what you wanted. That’s enough.”Silence fell.William studied him closely.And in that instant, he understood.Zachary already knew.---Zachary arranged for William to be discharged and brought home.---On set—Ever since Lucas started imagining Mia whenever he looked at Mindy during scenes, things had gotten eas
As soon as he finished speaking, William’s expression tightened slightly.The doctor immediately reassured him, as if reading his thoughts. “Mr. Reynolds, don’t worry. You’ve been unconscious for over six months. Your body has been sustained by IV nutrition this whole time. Not being able to eat or drink normally is why your voice sounds like this. It will improve gradually.”William nodded, his expression easing, though a trace of surprise lingered in his eyes.The doctor tucked his pen away and held it up in front of him. “Now, focus on this pen. Follow it with your eyes.”After making sure he was ready, the doctor gave instructions.“To the left… good… now to the right… up…”They repeated the movements twice before the doctor finally let out a breath of relief. His smile grew wider.“That’s good. We can confirm there are no major issues. Congratulations, you made it through.”He turned to Zachary. “I’ll go write up the report. You two probably have things to talk about, so I
Scarlett nodded firmly. “I will.”---Sarah noticed Zachary sitting quietly in the next room. She walked over and took a seat beside him.“Did something happen?” she asked softly.He shook his head. “My grandfather received the final injections. If he doesn’t wake up within forty-eight hours… he may never wake up.”Sarah glanced at him, a little surprised.His tone wasn’t panicked.If anything, it was calm. Almost too calm.“How much time is left?” she asked.Zachary checked his watch. “Thirty hours.”Her eyes flickered.That meant eighteen hours ago, when his grandfather was given the injection…He had still been out handling everything with her.“I believe he’ll wake up,” she said quietly.Zachary turned to look at her.For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.It had been a long time since he had seen her like this.Steady. Encouraging.He missed it more than he expected.---Thirty hours.Not long.But not short either.Zachary stayed by the bedside the en
Two hours by car still left them with a wide search radius.Just as the room fell into silence, Scarlett suddenly froze—then her eyes lit up.“There was water,” she said urgently. “When I was locked in that room, I could hear it all the time. Day and night.”Both Sarah and Zachary looked up at once.“What kind of sound?” Sarah asked quickly. “Was it constant?”Scarlett thought for a moment, then nodded with certainty.“It sounded strong… like rushing water falling from above. It never stopped.”She paused, then added, “Like a waterfall.”As if to reinforce her memory, she continued, “And the room was very damp.”That detail changed everything.It sharply narrowed down the possible locations.“I’ve got it,” Zachary said, already moving. “I’ll have people search based on those conditions.”He stepped out, leaving the two of them alone.---Scarlett watched him go, then turned to Sarah, her voice soft but pleading.“Sarah… can you take me to see Steven?”“When I was locked
Mia looked at her freshly painted pink nails. A tiny bunny sticker sat on her ring finger. She gave a faint smile. “They’re pretty.”After what had happened last time, she had improved a little. At least now she could manage simple conversations with Lucas.As he carefully brushed on another coat
Nick frowned and reached a hand toward Lucy. “Grab my hand.”Lucy looked at him in pure terror. Her hand trembled as she stretched it out. “Nick!”Her soft, pale fingers landed in his palm.In the next second, Nick yanked her toward him and pulled her onto his horse in one clean motion. The saddl
The psychiatric hospital was even more heavily secured than the cemetery.Beyond the iron gate stood a towering metal fence, thick and reinforced, its top lined with sharp spikes. It even appeared to be electrified.Sarah stepped inside.Doctors and nurses moved briskly through the corridors, bus
Sarah sat alone in a private room at a quiet tea house.She leaned back in her chair, her eyes slightly lowered. There was an invisible barrier around her, a clear signal that strangers should keep their distance.After about five minutes, someone walked in without hesitation and took the seat acr







