Brock's surgery was scheduled in no time. Eliza handled all the preliminary tests herself, sticking by Brock through each one. Every time she caught sight of Casper, he was always with Fiona and her son.
Eliza felt like her heart was being ripped to shreds, the pain so deep it was beyond words.
“Why don’t you join them? I can see the distance in the way the child looks at you now,” Fiona said, her voice gentle and understanding.
Casper took a deep breath and gently hugged Dylan. “Hey, buddy, they’re going to use a big needle for the blood test. Are you scared?”
“I’m not scared. Helping Brock get better makes me happy,” Dylan said, his face lighting up with a pure smile, not a hint of fear in his eyes. His innocence and kindness reminded Casper so much of Rory, warming his heart. Fiona had done a wonderful job raising him.
“Thanks, Fiona,” Casper said.
“You don’t need to thank me, Casper. Just remember your promise to Rory. Dylan and I don't want our efforts to be in vain.” Her voice carried a soft tenderness and hope.
He got the message behind her words. But now...
Before Brock was wheeled into the surgery room, Casper approached Eliza, wanting to offer some comforting words, but she avoided his gaze.
“Elle,” he called softly, his face showing his pain.
She turned away, her eyes red. “Casper, since you've made your choice, let's get the divorce sorted once Brock is better.”
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