VIEL'S POV:
"Daddy!"
Bea’s trembling voice pierced through the silence of the hospital room the moment I stepped inside.
She tried to sit up, but she couldn’t. Thick bandages wrapped around her fragile legs, and her small arms were swollen, marked by the cruel reminder of the accident. Seeing her like that felt like a knife twisting in my chest.
But I forced myself to remain strong.
"How are you, my baby?" I asked softly, walking toward her bed.
Her lips quivered. "D-Daddy… I want to go home."
I brushed my fingers gently through her hair. "You can’t go home yet, sweetheart. You’re still not well."
"I want to go home and be with you and Mommy," she whispered, her teary eyes shifting toward Matilda.
I followed her gaze.
Matilda stood quietly on the other side of the bed. When our e
