Chapter 1228
Elliana, as a woman, understood Sophie’s mindset too well. She murmured to Cole, “Your mom has been through enough. She only just got her freedom back. Forcing her to return to Ublento with us might be too much. Let’s honor her choice.”
Understanding dawned in Cole’s eyes.
“Alright,” he said quietly.
“Mom, I’ll take you and Grandma back to Gearveil Hall first.”
He knew the truth of it—if he were the one scarred and broken, he wouldn’t want Elliana to see him either. When love ran that deep, one would want the person they cherished to remember their brightest light, not their shadows.
The group boarded the plane and set their course for Gearveil Hall.
After takeoff, Sophie’s eyes glistened.
“Cole,” she whispered, “tell your father… that I’m gone.”
She surmised that since her health was fading, her days numbered, why let him find her, only to lose her soon enough? Cole’s frown deepened. He understood her reasoning, but his heart refused it. He and his father had spent years clawing through grief and hope to find her—how could she now choose absence over reunion?
Elliana said nothing, simply reached for Sophie’s wrist and drew her close, her touch gentle, professional, deliberate as she assessed Sophie’s condition.
Cole watched in silence, his thoughts a silent prayer for Elliana to make a miracle happen for Sophie.
“Sophie, you don’t have to surrender hope,” Elliana said softly once she’d completed her assessment.
“Your condition is grave, but it isn’t beyond repair. I cured Cole’s Psychephrenia, and I believe I can heal you as well. I can help you recover, but I’ll need your complete cooperation.”
A flicker of light returned to Sophie’s eyes. She never truly wished for death. She had clawed her way through the madness of Psychephrenia, survived pain most wouldn’t comprehend. And now, reunited with her son, she had a reason to live—to reclaim what life had stolen.
“Elliana, could you really cure me?” Sophie’s voice trembled with fragile hope.
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Elliana nodded with quiet confidence.
“Since Cole’s treatment, I’ve refined my methods and deepened the research for Psychephrenia. I’m certain I can heal you. But your body’s been through hell—it’ll take time, and you’ll have to be patient.”
“I’ll give you all the patience you need,” Sophie declared, her voice steadying with fresh resolve. After everything she had survived, what was a little more waiting?
Elliana smiled. There was no greater gift for a doctor than a patient’s faith. Her gaze softened as it drifted over Sophie’s face.
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