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    They arrived bearing an array of health supplements, the colorful bottles and packets seeming to energize the room. Carol’s eyes glistened with tears as she approached Rachel’s bedside. “Sweetheart, how are you holding up?” Rachel’s face lit up at her grandmother’s presence. “Seeing you brings me so much joy,” she said, pulling Carol into a warm embrace.


    Since Rachel woke up, the first thing she asked about was Carol’s condition. When she learned that Carol had copsed from overwhelming emotion, worry seized her instantly. Now seeing Carol in person, a wave of relief and excitement washed over Rachel.


    “How are you doing?” Rachel asked softly.


    Carol let out a soft chuckle. “My dear, even in a situation like this, you’re still thinking about me. Don’t worry, I’m doing fine.”


    Their conversation naturally drifted back to the wedding. Carol gently took Rachel’s hand. “Brian waspletely out of line at the wedding. What he did to you was uneptable. I may be old, but I remember everything clearly. Your rtionship with him has been full of ups and downs, and he’s hurt you time and again. If not for your fear of disappointing me and your kindness in putting my feelings first, you probably wouldn’t have gone through with the marriage. I was selfish to pressure you into it.”


    She sighed, stroking Rachel’s hand as if to offerfort. “Now that you’ve recovered, I want you to think about what you truly want. If you decide to stay, I’ll make sure Tracy is removed from the picture. But if you choose to walk away from Brian, I’ll stand by you and support your decision. More than anything, I just want you to be happy.”


    Tears welled up in Rachel’s eyes as she nodded firmly. “I promise. I’ll take the time to really think about it.”


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    As Carol prepared to leave, Brian remained standing outside. He didn’t step in, nor did he walk away. It wasn’t until Rachel’s urgent voice rang out from inside that Brian snapped to attention. “Jeffrey!”


    Brian hurried inside to find Rachel out of bed, clutching Jeffrey’s hand as fresh blood trickled down. Her face had lost all color, her panic evident.


    “Rachel, let me take care of Jeffrey. You’re still weak—you need to rest.”


    “No! I have to get a doctor right now!”


    “I promise I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry too much.”


    His words were the final straw, shattering the restraint Rachel had been holding onto. She had kept everything bottled up, but now it all came rushing out like a dam breaking.


    “Don’t worry?” she retorted coldly, her eyes red with anger as she red at Brian. “You don’t understand anything. The only person you care about is Tracy. My brother’s life means nothing to you, does it? Just go! I don’t need your fake sympathy or your shallow pity!”


    Brian reached for her, his voice pleading. “Rachel, that’s not what I meant. You’re getting it all wrong.”


    “Oh, I understand just fine. The best thing you can do for me right now is to leave.”


    Rachel refused to back down and demanded a doctor for Jeffrey. The truth was, Jeffrey had only nicked himself while peeling an apple. A little disinfectant and a bandage would have him good as new in a day or two.


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