Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390

Sophia’s POV

The elevator doors closed behind Lucas, and I stood there in the ICU hallway, staring at the spot where he’d disappeared.

“Sophia. My father’s voice pulled me back. “Come sit down.”

I followed him to the small waiting area, my legs suddenly unsteady.

“He really gave the company back,” my father said quietly. “No strings attached. And he brought Dr. Navarro.

I nodded, unable to speak.

“I still want to kill him for what he did to you.” He paused. “But I don’t know what to think anymore.

Before I could respond, Dr. Navarro emerged from my mother’s room. His expression was cautiously optimistic, but there was hesitation there too.

“How is she?” I asked, standing up.

“Stable. The treatment is showing promising results.” He gestured for us to sit. “But Mrs. Cruz’s recovery will be a marathon, not a sprint. The dama severe. She’ll need consistent care-medication schedules, breathing exercises, regular monitoring.”

My father’s hand found mine, gripping tight.

‘I’d estimate a minimum of six months before she regains full consciousness. Possibly as long as a year.”

The words hit me like a physical blow.

‘Maintain her care regimen. Keep her comfortable. Talk to her-comatose patients often retain some level of awareness.” He paused. “And take care of yourselves. This kind of caregiving can be exhausting.”

After he left, my father dropped his head into his hands. “A year. Dios mío.”

“We take turns,” I said firmly. “You handle the company one week, I’ll stay with Mom. Then we switch.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay. We do it together.”

The first few weeks were brutal.

My father and I fell into a rhythm one of us at the hospital, the other handling the company

And through it all, Lucas kept showing up.

Not every day. But often enough that the nurses started recognizing him, mudding politely when the arrived with townes de sodioal hereals for Di

I refused to be there when he visited

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My father tried to keep him away at first. But even when driven away, Lucas would come back.

Months passed.

Winter gave way to spring, then summer. The company stabilized. I took on more responsibilities.

And every other week, I sat beside my mother’s bed and talked to

her

I told her about the company. About Lucas. How he kept coming, week after week, even though I refused to see him. How the nurses said he d sit for hours, reading aloud from books she used to love.

And I told her about the baby I’d lost.

“I lost something, Mom,” I whispered one afternoon, my voice breaking. “Something I didn’t even know I had until it was gone. Just… a possibility. ¿ hadn’t even told myself yet.”

I pressed my hand against my stomach, remembering the cramping, the blood, the sudden emptiness.

“And now I dream of her. I don’t even know if it was a girl, but in my dreams, she is. And she has Lucas’s eyes. Isn’t that strange? I never got to meet but somehow I know exactly what she would have looked like.”

My mother’s hand didn’t move. Her face remained still, peaceful.

But I kept talking anyway.

Lucas’s visits became a strange constant.

The nurses would mention him in passing-“Mr. Reynolds brought your mother orchids today” or “Mr. Reynolds asked Dr. Navarro about trying a new

medication.”

My father stopped raging about it after a few months. Mostly because my mother’s condition had started to improve.

Her breathing grew stronger. Her color returned.

Dr. Navarro called it “remarkable progress.”

The one-year mark came and went.

We held a small gathering at the hospital-my father, me, and a few of my mother’s closest friends. We brought her favorite foods, played her favelle man

And we waited.

It happened on a Tuesday.

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I was reading aloud when I felt her hand twitch in mine.

At first, I thought I’d imagined it.

But then it happened again.

My head snapped up. “Mom?”

Her eyelids fluttered.

I shot to my feet. “Mom? Can you hear me?”

Her eyes opened slowly, blinking against the harsh lights.

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