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    Brian’s brow furrowed slightly. “Is something wrong?”


    “He’s not well,” Rachel said, her voice tinged with worry.


    Brian stepped closer, his tone gentle but persistent. “Then let mee with you. You shouldn’t have to handle this alone.”


    Rachel hesitated, her eyes meeting his briefly before she looked away. “It’s better if I go by myself. After what happenedst time, I don’t think he’s ready to see you.”


    Brian didn’t press, but his concern lingered in his eyes. “Do you have enough for the medical expenses? If not, just let Ronald know. He’ll take care of it.”


    Brian’s offer was generous, as it always was.


    Rachel let out a small sigh, feeling a flicker of gratitude. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”


    As she turned to leave, he reached out, his hand gently catching her wrist. “Let Ronald drive you to the hospital. It’ll save you time.”


    Ronald, standing nearby, nced at Brian. “What about you, sir?”


    “You take her,” Brian replied without hesitation. “I’ll arrange for someone from the office to pick me upter.”


    Rachel shook her head, her tone polite but firm. “There’s no need. It’s easy to find a cab here, and the hospital isn’t far. I don’t want to inconvenience Ronald, and you have your own responsibilities. I wouldn’t want to hold you up.”


    Rachel’s words were courteous, but the distance in her voice was unmistakable. Brian could sense the lingering hurt beneath her calm exterior, a reminder that forgiveness was still out of reach.


    After a brief pause, he decided not to press further. “Alright, if that’s what you prefer. I’ll head to the office first. Later, we’ll go show the marriage certificate to my grandparents. I’ve also nned a special dinner for us. Once you’re done at the hospital, I’lle pick you up.”


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    Brian’s voice was warm, his words carefully chosen. He had thought through every detail, hoping to mend the growing distance between them.


    Rachel’s demeanor remained distant, her voice calm but firm. “As for dinner, we’ll decideter.”


    Brian’s voice softened. “Today marks the day we became husband and wife, a milestone worth celebrating. Won’t you spend it with me?”


    “This was meant to be just a show for your grandparents,” Rachel replied, her words clipped but firm. “My ride’s here. I should go.” Without another word, she slipped into the car, her face betraying no emotion.


    Minutester, her phone lit up with a message from Brian. “To me, this marriage is real. Call me when you’re free. I’ll be waiting.”


    The rest of Rachel’s day was spent at the hospital, where she tended to Jeffrey with quiet dedication. She seized the chance to speak with his doctor, sharing the findings she had meticulously researched online. After a thorough discussion, the doctor confirmed what she had feared—their best hopey in cord blood.


    “Thank you, Doctor,” Rachel said softly, her voice steady.


    Stepping out of the hospital, she pulled out her phone and called Brian. “Hey, I’m done for the day. If the offer still stands, I’m free for dinner tonight.”


    “Of course it does,” Brian replied, his voice warm and eager. “I’ll be there to pick you up right away.”


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