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    Dr. Christos Ellis.


    The world-renowned neurosurgeon. A wless track record—no mistakes, no fatalities. If anyone could bring someone back from the edge, it was him. Christos was a true medical genius.


    Christos inclined his head slightly at Corrine and spoke in even, precise tones.


    “Carl’s blood pressure was critically high. We’ve stabilized him, but his test results show severe vascr narrowing. To prevent a major stroke, I rmend cing a stent once his condition improves.”


    Waldo pushed down his surprise and nodded.


    “Understood. Thank you, Dr. Ellis.”


    Christos gave a brief nod.


    “You’re wee, Mr. Ford.”


    Then his gaze shifted to Corrine.


    “Miss Hond. Goodbye.”


    He lingered for a moment, his eyes studying her with quiet curiosity.


    He had known Nate for years—ruthless, strategic, a man who never moved without purpose.


    And yet, for this woman, he had moved mountains.


    Fascinating.


    Twenty minutester, Carl’s eyes fluttered open.


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    The hospital lights cast a sterile glow over the room, but the first thing he saw were familiar faces—his sons and grandson. As his vision cleared, Corrine stepped forward, worry etched into every line of her face.


    “Grandpa… are you alright?”


    Carl’s gaze softened. A warm smile spread across his face.


    “I’m fine. No need to worry, my dear.”


    Corrine nodded, but emotion swelled in her throat. Tears welled up, spilling over before she could stop them.


    Carl reached out, his wrinkled hand gently brushing them away.


    “Oh, sweetheart, why are you crying again?”


    She wiped at her eyes, but the tears kept falling, relentless.


    “I was scared…”


    Her voice wavered. She was scared of losing her loved ones. Of being left behind. Of facing another unbearable loss.


    Carl let out a quiet chuckle, full of warmth and understanding.


    “Silly girl. I’m old. That day wille, eventually.”


    He cupped her cheek, his touch gentle as he wiped her tears.


    Corrine grasped his hand, holding it tightly.


    “You’ll live a long and happy life.”


    Carl chuckled.


    “What, am I supposed to be immortal now?”


    He let the humor settle for a moment before his expression turned thoughtful.


    “Corrine, could you fetch me a ss of water?”


    She nodded and reached for the kettle, heading toward the door.


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