Chapter 155: "Sacred Bonds and Silver Lies"
(Grace's POV)
Helena’s fragile hand rested on mine, trembling ever so slightly. The hospital room felt heavier than usual—a stifling weight hung between us like an invisible wall.
Her lips parted slightly, and that usually commanding voice of hers now had a hollow echo. "Grace, I failed him," she murmured, her voice tinged with years of regret.
I blinked, unsure if I’d heard her correctly. "Helena, what are you talking about?" I asked gently, my other hand instinctively moving to adjust the silver-lined warming blanket over her frail form.
Her violet-gold eyes, once so full of wisdom and strength, turned toward me. They were glossy, distant, as though trapped in the memories she couldn’t escape. Tears gathered at the corners, her emotio
