Henry's surgery went smoothly.
Two hours later, the medical staff wheeled him into a sterile ward.
Through the glass, Greta looked at the small child lying there under anesthesia, and at last, she could not hold back her tears.
She pressed a hand lightly against the glass, as if she wanted to reach through it and touch her son.
Seeing her like that, William felt a sharp ache in his chest. It hurt to watch.
His eyes reddened, and his voice came out low and hoarse, as if he were struggling to keep his emotions in check.
"Don't cry. The surgery went well. That's a good thing. Henry still has to stay in the sterile ward for a while, but I'll hire the best people to take care of him. You've been exhausted these past few days too. Let me take you home so you can get some proper rest, all r
