Chapter 25

Chase looked at me. When our eyes met, there was an overwhelming sense of pain in his gaze. I instinctively looked away, uncomfortable and confused by how someone I barely knew could look at me like that. But I couldn't refuse his help. Not now. Now when I was this close to death. It was only when I reached this point that I truly realized how much I wanted to live. My baby. My parents. I couldn't bear to leave them behind. Only by surviving could I continue to care for them. In the end, I stayed silent and allowed Chase to help me. Soon, the specialist returned to Morocay. Under his care, my condition stabilized. It even improved to the point where a surgery date was confirmed. When Mom heard I still had a chance to live, she broke down crying, hugging me tightly. I couldn't hold it in either. Relief surged through me so strongly that I could barely contain it. I was going to live. I could still take care of my parents and my baby. The following month, I focused entirely on p