BILLIONAIRE'S BARGAIN: Fate of Aries.

oom door still glowed, indicating that the surgery was ongoing. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts

our loved ones. Some were pacing like I had been, while others sat in chairs, their eyes fixed on the floor.

t my phone and sent a quick update to Rachel, letting her know that the surgery was still

es, it's Emily from school. I heard about your mom and wanted to reach out. I'm s

nt out. My heart skipped a beat as I stood up, my eyes fixed on the do

is voice gentle. "Your mother is in recovery

e surgery was done, but the road to recovery was just beginning.

" I said, my voice sh

o get her settled in the ICU first. I'

ses pushing my mother's bed, now empty of all the surgical equipment, towards the ICU. My heart skipped a beat as I

of the nurses said, smiling at m

hand on my shoulder. "I'll come check on you and your mother soon," he said.

n the hallway, the sound of the wheels echoing off the walls. We turned a corner and entered

hey began to transfer my mother to the new bed, hooking up machines and adjusting tubes. I

re and smiled. "You can come in, dear," s

eeping of machines and the soft murmur of the nurses as they worked. I stood at the foot of

ng at me. "We'll be here if you need us," one of them

eaving me alone with my mother. The surgery was over, but the road to reco

enkins walked in. She had a warm smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with c

ook exhausted," she said, her voice soft with compassion. "Why don't you go home

ing my mother's side. But Mrs. Jenkins' kind eyes and gentle t

d, feeling a sense of

ed to take care of yourself too. Your mother

er me. I knew Mrs. Jenkins was right. I was

y voice filled with emotion. "I don'

"You'll never have to find out, dear. Now go home

"And don't worry about food, dear. I've already stocked the

gratitude towards her. It was

said, my voice filled with

. "Just go home and take care of yourself,

I pulled out my phone and dialled a number, waitin

d but relieved. "I need you to come pick me

ied, his voice professional and reass

uldn't see me. "Thanks, Mr

. Jenkins. "My chauffeur is on his wa

ling. "Good. Get some r

forehead, whispering "I love you" in he

from the events of the past few hours. I passed by the nurses' station, where the staff were

indicating the lobby, feeling a sense of relief was

h as the doors closed behind me, envel

ring down on me. The elevator began its smooth descent, the number

d taking a deep breath to steel myself for the journey ahead. I stepped out into t

ing by the entrance, his eyes scanning the crowd for me. I nodded in his directio

a'am?" he asked, his v

ude towards him. "Yes, thank you, M