Lying in the children's room, two silent figures rested on the small twin beds.
Kerri sat on the edge of one, her eyes unfocused as she stared at Sprague, lost in thought.
The sight tugged at Agnes' heartstrings. "Kerri," she called out gently.
Kerri turned, a small smile breaking through as she saw Agnes. "Hey, thank you, Agnes."
Agnes walked over, her voice laced with concern. "Thank me for what? I regret it all, Kerri. I never thought Brayden would corner you with such a harsh demand. Why agree to it? Do you realize how tough these three years will be? Besides, if Brayden really doesn't want to give up custody, he'll find ways to push you out. The more you cling, the more you'll get hurt."
Kerri glanced at the sleeping Sprague and said, "No matter what, I'll stick it out for three years. For Sprague, I'd give up everything—my pride, my dignity. It's nothing compared to the agony of losing my child."
Agnes understood, though her heart was heavy. "But you're an exceptional surgeon, Kerri. To spend three years as a housekeeper for the Simonds, it's such a waste of your talents."
Kerri offered a wistful smile. "It's just three years. They'll fly by, right?"
Indeed, time had a way of slipping through one's fingers.
Sometimes, Agnes couldn't believe how many years had passed since she and Jared had parted ways.
Grasping Kerri's hand, Agnes spoke firmly, "If you've made up your mind, I won't argue. But if you run into any trouble, or if Brayden gives you a hard time, come to me. I'll do everything in my power to help you."
"You've already done so much, Agnes. I'm truly grateful."
In the end, Kerri left with Brayden.
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