Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389

“Do it,” Sophia said without hesitation. Please. Whatever you need to do.”

Dr. Navarro nodded and gestured to his team. They moved with practiced efficiency toward Rosa’s room, wheeling in equipment I didn’t recognize.

As the medical team disappeared behind the glass doors, Miguel turned back to me, his expression still hard with anger but fractured now with som else-exhaustion, maybe, or the faint stirring of hope he was afraid to acknowledge.

“Don’t think this changes anything,” he said, but there was less venom in his voice than before.

“I’m transferring Cruz Energy Group back to you,” I interrupted quietly. “Full ownership. The paperwork is being finalized now. You’ll have everything by the end of the week.”

The silence that followed was absolute.

Sophia turned to stare at me, her face draining of color.

Then she stepped around her father to stand directly in front of me,

her dark eyes searching my face.

“No conditions at all?” she asked slowly. “No strings? No expectations? You’re not going to use this to make me stay? Make me forgive you? What’s the

catch, Lucas?”

Her gaze traveled over my face-taking in the split lip, the exhaustion, the defeat I wasn’t even trying to hide anymore.

I met her gaze and let her see everything–the guilt, the self-loathing, the desperate need to fix even one thing I’d broken.

“None,” I said, my voice cracking. “I don’t deserve anything from you, Sophia. know that. This isn’t about earning forgiveness or getting you back. I’m j trying to atone.” I paused, forcing the words out. “You can leave whenever you want. You and your parents. There’s no leverage. You’re free.”

Something in her expression shifted. Not forgiveness-I’d never earn that-but maybe a grudging acknowledgment that I might actually be sincere.

Before she could respond, Dr. Navarro emerged from Rosa’s room, pulling off his gloves. His expression was cautiously optimistic.

call a minimally conscious state which means ber charet “We’ve completed the initial assessment,” he said. “And I have good news. Your wife is not in a true vegetative state, Mr. Cruz. The advanced aging she significant brain activity in areas associated with consciousness and cognition. She’s in what

of recovery are substantially higher than the original prognosis suggested.”

Sophia’s breath caught. “How much higher?”

‘Based on what I’m seeing, combined with her relatively young age and previously good health, I’d estimate her chances of regaining consciousnes somewhere between forty and fifty percent with aggressive intervention. And if she does wake up, there’s a good probability-d say sixty cost -that she’ll eventually make a near-complete recovery, though it will require extensive rehabilitation.

Miguel’s knees seemed to buckle slightly. He reached out to steady himself against the wall. “Forty to titty percent. he repeated, his vent

sure?

“As sure as I can be at this stage. We’ll know more in the next twenty-four to forry eight hours as we begin bestient and mergby her Cruz-your wife has a teal chance. A fighting chance

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Sophia made a sound that was half-sob, half-laugh, and covered irer face with her hands. Miguel pulled her into his arms, and for a moment, they ju there, holding each other.

I turned to leave, not wanting to intrude on their moment, but Sophia’s voice stopped me.

“Lucas.”

I looked back. She’d pulled away from her father and was watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For bringing him here. For…” She trailed off, shaking her head. Just… thank you.”

It wasn’t forgiveness. It wasn’t reconciliation. But it was something-a small acknowledgment that maybe, just maybe, I was capable of doing one thin

right.

could I nodded, not trusting my voice, and walked away before the emotion threatening to choke me could spill over.

Adrian was waiting by the elevator. “The car’s ready whenever you are, sir.”

“Take me home,” I said. “And Adrian? Make sure the Cruz family has everything they need. Medical expenses, accommodations if they want to stay near whatever Dr. Navarro’s team requires. No limits.”

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“Already arranged, sir.”

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside. As they slid shut, I caught one last glimpse of Sophia and Miguel through the ICU windows-still holdi each other, still processing the fragile hope Dr. Navarro had given them.

I’d destroyed so much. Broken so many things that could never be fixed.

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