Damien paused, his fork hovering mid-air. For a moment, tension rippled through him before he released a measured breath, leaning back in his chair.
''Don't worry. Father has dispatched a significant amount of his manpower. And the doctors are also working together. Her condition is not as serious so it should not be a big deal for her to recover with proper care. It's just that in the future, she would have to be extra careful with her health.''
Amara let out a sigh of relief, ''Right. She can be a little wilful but we can ensure that she takes care of herself in the future,'' she smiled, finally feeling light after this assurance.
Damien nodded, his own expression softening briefly. "Of course. We'll do that—"
But the words hung in the air, unfinished, as though fate itself mocked the certainty they both clung to.
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