The results painted a hopeful picture. Joy’s health was improving steadily.

“You’ve provided exceptional care for her. Continue on this path, and in two months, she’ll thrive and learn alongside children her age.”

“Thank you, Dr. Nixon.”

Pure joy filled Hadley’s chest. She left the examination room with a radiant smile brightening her face.

Unbeknownst to her, Eric slipped quietly out of a side room just as she departed.

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“Yes.” Eric nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes. “Your dedication means everything.”

“You’re too generous. This is simply my responsibility.”

Eric’s happiness matched Hadley’s, perhaps even surpassed it. The thought of Hadley enduring another pregnancy, however, remained far too painful to contemplate.

For him, however, Joy represented his only child. His entire legacy would one day rest in her small hands.

“My Joy, you must grow up healthy, safe, and happy,” Eric thought.

Meanwhile, Ayla raced through the hospital corridors in desperation, but a figure blocked her path along the narrow walkway connecting the outpatient and inpatient wings.

“Ayla Ramirez, isn’t it?”

Ayla’s eyes widened in terror. Words failed her, and she spun around, attempting to flee.

“Ayla!” The stranger pursued her, seizing her arm firmly. “Don’t panic! I work for no one connected to Mr. Scott!”

Ayla’s body trembled violently as she studied the stranger with wary eyes. Her voice quivered when she finally found her words. “You’re not… one of his associates?”

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“Absolutely not.” The stranger’s smile appeared genuine as he shook his head firmly.

“Then who are you?” Ayla demanded, her frown deepening as she searched his face. No memory of this man surfaced in her mind. “I don’t recognize you. Who are you?”

“My identity holds little importance.” The stranger’s smile grew mysterious. “What matters is this: does your current life satisfy you? Will you continue drowning in this misery?”

Ayla bit her lower lip, and her silence revealed everything the stranger needed to know.

“If you refuse to accept this fate…” The stranger gestured toward a path. “Then follow me.”

Deep lines creased Ayla’s forehead. “Where would you lead me? What do you hope to gain?”

The stranger hesitated before releasing a low chuckle. “Your wariness serves you well.”

He shook his head slowly. “However, given your desperate circumstances, excessive caution is a luxury you cannot afford. Trust me and come with me, or dismiss this encounter entirely.”

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