Chapter 489


    Gabby was the one Grant had finally fallen for, the one he''d chased with every trick in the book until she was carrying his child.


    And now, to have cancer strike her down felt like a cruel twist of fate.


    Grant hade to deeply love Gabby over the days and nights they''d spent together. How could he possibly ept that she


    was slipping away, perhaps never to return?


    The doctor''s words still echoed in his head — if they terminated the pregnancy, Gabby might live a little longer. If not, the baby


    would be a reaper, hastening her demise.


    Clenching his jaw, Grant was on the verge of instructing the doctor to proceed with the termination. He was desperate for a child,


    but he wanted Gabby by his side for longer or even more.


    Still, the memory of Gabby''s soft, pleading voice begging him to keep the baby shed before Grant''s eyes. He sighed heavily


    and looked earnestly at the doctor. "Go ahead with the procedure."


    The doctor hesitated. "Sir, are you sure?"


    Grant closed his eyes in pain. "Rather than let the child sap thest of her strength, I''d rather she stayed with me a while longer."


    "No!" Gabby stirred from her slumber. The phrase "terminate the pregnancy" had jolted her awake. "No, Grant, you can''t do this!


    Please, keep them, will you?"


    Tears welling in his eyes, Grant watched Gabby''s distraught face. "Honey, if the baby remains, it will only deplete you further."


    Driven by emotion, Gabby tried to sit up but was gently pushed back by Grant. She looked at him pleadingly, "I''m already on


    borrowed time, Grant. Keep our child, the one carrying my blood. Please."


    Her grip on Grant''s hand was tight. He looked at her, who are so determined to trade her life for their child''s, and nodded


    helplessly. "Okay."


    Gabby rxed, a sacred glow spreading across her pale face. She gently ced her hand on her slightly swollen belly, where


    their childy quietly, waiting to grow. Yet her body was growing weaker. If the cancer were to spread, it might endanger the


    baby.


    Gabby didn''t fear death. At times, she even felt that it was only through dying that she could cleanse herself of past misdeeds, to


    repay her sins. But now, she wished to live just a little longer, not much, maybe just six more months. Then she could see her


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    While the sunlight outside was dazzling, Gabby''s heart was clouded with the knowledge of her limited time. Her only wish was to


    hold on a little longer. She was determined to make it.


    And Grant watched the woman he loved, her strength in the face of her dwindling days, asking only to keep the child within her.


    He longed to see his child enter this world, but would fate grant his wish?


    Grant didn''t know; he dared not think too far ahead, focusing only on Gabby in her hospital bed. As long as she was alive, he


    would cherish every moment, etching her image in his heart.


    “Time, please move slowly. Let her walk with me a little further!” Grant prayed silently, watching Gabby without blinking, watching


    this woman who had been dealt such a harsh hand by fate, praying for a little more time with her, just a little more...


    Meanwhile, in the States, young Jonas was training diligently at the military base. Despite being the youngest, his resilience


    shone through as he aced every test, earning top marks across the board. Now, at just nine years old, Jonas had entered


    Harvard Business School, bing its youngest and brightest student.


    Jonas, often stoic during his training sessions, rarely cracked a smile, even with his ster achievements. That changed the day


    he saw his morous mom epting an award at the pinnacle of the fashion world. She and his dad were beaming with pride. It


    was the first time Jonas'' brilliant smile had graced the base.


    However, the keen boy noticed a hint of regret in his mother''s smile. He knew it was because his sister, snatched away by


    viins at birth, had yet to be found. Determined, young Jonas made up his mind to grow up fast. Only with his strength could he


    hope to find his long-lost sister.


    So Jonas studied and trained even harder, eager to mature quickly. Though he was just a boy, he already bore a striking


    resemnce to his father, Magnus.


    Tall for his age, with long, straight


    legs inherited from Ma = ngyy)


    features that perfeotl-blended his


    Death fi Jonas was the


    pride of the base in his snugly fitted


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    Richard watched his prized pupil with


    asmile, thinking to himself h


    Magnus ad itl abedtiful wife


    anda art, talented son. "Magnus,


    you lucky dog," He sighed, a touch of


    envy in his heart. Please read the


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    Magnus was sneezing all the way in


    Hawaii. He rubbed his nose and


    muttered about someahe,cuainy "''


    hinybehimetis\ Back Shaking his


    head, Magnus looked down at the


    latest design from Natalia, his wife,


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    This new children''s collection from Natalia was enchanting, and looking at the yful designs, Magnus thought fondly of his son.


    Magnus couldn''t shake the nagging thought of his son''s progress under Richard. Without a second''s hesitation, he grabbed his


    phone and dialed Jonas.


    The call connected almost immediately, and Jonas’ youthful voice piped through the speaker. "Dad?"


    "Hey, buddy!" Magnus eximed, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "How''s the training going? Are you missing your cool dad


    and your charming mom?"