OWEN’S POV.
“How is she, Doctor?” I asked the moment he stepped out of Mirabel’s ward.
“Everything is under control for now,” he replied, his voice steady but lacking reassurance. “We need to run a few more tests to determine the extent of her injuries. She suffered a severe blow to the head, but we can’t assess the full severity yet.”
“Please, do whatever it takes,” Noah urged, his voice heavy with desperation.
“Can we see her now?” Damian asked, his tone tense.
“Only immediate family,” the doctor said firmly.
Mirabel’s mother stood in the hallway, quietly sobbing, her shoulders trembling as Ash tried to comfort her with a gentle hug. His own face was heavy with grief, and it was clear he was fighting back tears. The hallway was quiet except for the constant sound of Damian footstep
