Aldo was the undisputed titan of the business world, with his every step capable of shaking the


    foundations of Vagow’s financial industry.


    When the hospital received the emergency call, even the director of the hospital personally took


    charge, understanding the gravity of the situation.


    The emergency room glowed with a solemn red light, its closed door standing as a barrier before them.


    Loraine pressed herself against the door, overwhelmed with guilt, and tears streamed down her face.


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    She was to me. Despite the frailty of Aldo’s health, she had vexed him…


    Rowan and Wesley kept their vigil by her side, offeringfort with reassuring pats on her shoulder


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    Breaking the silence, Rowan offered, “Lorrie, don’t shoulder the guilt.


    We share the me.”


    Wesley, typically affable towards Loraine, had a reputation for his fiery temper. Coupled with Aldo’s


    unexpected copse and the resurgence of the past incident, he found his patience with Rowan


    thinning.


    “The me lies squarely with you. What possessed you to dredge up such matters in Dad’s


    presence?”


    Rowan retorted frostily, “Weren’t you the first to mention it?”


    Loraine intervened, desperate to cease their squabbling.


    “Rowan,


    Wesley, this isn’t the moment for petty disagreements.”


    Her words resonated with the men who, despite their differences, fell silent and retreated to a quiet


    corner.


    Just then, the door to the emergency room creaked open. A doctor emerged, paperwork in hand, a sigh


    escaping his lips.


    “The patient has sustained a cerebral hemorrhage. Immediate surgery is imperative. Who will grant the


    requisite approval?”


    Pausing for a moment, the doctor continued, “Furthermore, it’s crucial to understand the potential risks.


    Our hospital utilizes a state-of-the-art eighth generation operating robot, designed specifically for clot


    removal. Nheless, given the patient’s advanced age, the surgical risks remain marginally


    elevated…”


    Wesley, usually fearless and defiant, found himself unable to seize the surgical consent form.


    Even Rowan, famed for his unwavering resolve in the military, found himself uncertain when faced with


    the fate of his own blood.


    But as the eldest surviving Torres heir, he bore the burden of their lineage. This wasn’t the time for


    hesitation.


    With a trembling hand, Rowan imed the agreement, affixing his signature.


    The outside waiting area was a temporal purgatory, each ticking second seemed Like an eternity.


    As Loraine lifted her gaze to the red light of the emergency room, her fists clenched, and her prayers


    resonated silently towards the heavens.