The antiseptic glare of the hospital corridor was a harsh contrast to the warm lamplight of the estate. Olivia sat in a wheelchair, her fragile frame draped in a pale blue gown, clutching Leo's small hand. His bright eyes brimmed with concern as he studied the IV line in her arm.
“I don't like this, Mama," he whispered, voice trembling.
She forced a gentle smile. “I know, sweetheart. But this will help me feel better."
He shook his head. “They poked you."
She stroked his hair. “Just a little poke. Dr. Chen says this new treatment might slow the scar tissue."
Leo glanced down at her gown. “But you're still tired."
She kissed his cheek. “I'm always tired now, baby. But I promise—I'll always come back to you."
Ahead, Alexander emerged from the nurses' station, spotting them. His stride
