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    Rachel didn’t feelfortable leaving unless someone was there to care for An.


    Not long after they finished their meal, Alban and Lizzie showed up together. Lizzie took An for a stroll outside, while Alban carefully exined all the details of his care to Rachel.


    During their trip to the conference, Rachel told Lizzie about An’s condition worsening.


    Unlike before, Lizzie handled the news with moreposure this time.


    At the banquet after the conference, Lizzie carried herself with confidence and ease. Despite her young age, being raised in the affluent Vance family had exposed her to these circles, and she had learned fast.


    Having spent years abroad, especially after regaining her sight, Lizzie seamlessly joined the lively discussions and toasts with the elite, expanding herwork effortlessly. This naturally made business talks flow more smoothly.


    By the end of the banquet, Lizzie was, unsurprisingly, drunk. Rachel helped her into the car.


    Concerned about An, they chose to head back that same night.


    On the ride back, Lizzie suddenly clung to Rachel, tears streaming down her face.


    “Rachel, how did An’s condition get this bad so fast? I can’t bear the thought of him in a wheelchair. If someone in my family had to suffer, I wish it had been me. I wish I had never regained my sight as long as An is still healthy.”


    Rachel gently wiped away her tears and murmured,


    “Don’t say that, silly girl.”


    But deep down, they both understood that the best way to help An now was to run hispany well, so he wouldn’t have any more worries.


    It took a full month for An’s custom wheelchair to be delivered.


    By then, his condition had worsened far beyond what anyone had anticipated. His once-strong frame had weakened, his muscles wasting away to the point that he could no longer walk or even feed himself. Every movement was painfully slow and exhausting.


    Apart from Rachel, an entire medical team remained on standby at home to tend to his needs.


    Rachel put all her work on hold to care for him herself. She knew, with a heavy heart, that An didn’t have much time left.


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    She had missed Jeffrey’s final moments—a regret she would carry forever. This time, she was going to stay with An until the very end, making sure he left this world peacefully.


    No matter what, she wouldn’t leave his side.


    The medical team had turned An’s bedroom into what felt like a mini clinic, packed with medical devices and sterile equipment, stripping away all warmth from the space.


    Wanting to change that, Rachel brought in plenty of green nts and fresh flowers.


    She ced the nts in every corner, bringing life into the space and lifting An’s spirits.


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