Chapter 391
As the sun set and the nurses finally deft us alone, she reached for my hand.
“Lucas has been here,” she said softly. It wasn’t a question.
I nodded, unable to speak.
“I heard everything you said by my bedside, mi amor. Everything. A small smile touched her lips. “About the company. About him coming here week after week. About the baby.”
My throat tightened. “Mom-”
“As your mother, I don’t want to see you get hurt again.” Her voice was gentle but firm. “But I also heard the way you talked about him. The confusion. The anger. The hope you’re afraid to acknowledge.”
I turned my head away, tears spilling down my cheeks. “He’s doing all this of his own free will. I didn’t ask for any of it.”
“I know.”
“I don’t think there’s any possibility between us anymore, I whispered. “Too much has happened.”
My mother was quiet for a long moment. “Maybe. Or maybe this is where healing begins.” She squeezed my hand. “Only you can decide that, mija. But
whatever you choose, I’m here now.”
Lucas found out the next morning.
Blake called me around noon, his voice tight with barely suppressed laughter. “You need to get to his ward. Lucas just broke his leg.”
I blinked. “What?”
“He heard your mother woke up. Tried to sprint out the door, tripped over his own feet, and went down a flight of stairs. Snapped his fibula in three places.”
I pressed a hand to my mouth. “Is he okay?”
“He’s in a cast and high as hell on painkillers, demanding to see you. The nurses are threatening to sedate him.”
I found him in the orthopedic wing, his right leg encased in a cast, arguing with a nurse.
“I need to leave. Now,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Mr. Reynolds, you just had surgery-
*Sophia.”
He said my name like a prayer, and the nurse turned to look at me with obvious relief.
Ierose the room slowly: “What the hell did you do?”
Lucas tried to sit up and winced. I heard about your foother. I needed to see you.”
So you threw yourself down a staircase)


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