Seeing Valerie's agony, Alaina gently patted her shoulder to comfort her.
Her touch was feather-light, as if she were afraid of crushing a brittle autumn leaf.
She didn't press further, merely sliding the warm bowl of medicine closer to her hand.
"The medicine is getting cold," she said.
Valerie slowly lifted her eyes, the tear tracks still wet on her face. Her gaze was hollow and exhausted.
She looked at Alaina, her lips parting as if wanting to say something, but ultimately, she just took the bowl, her fingers trembling slightly.
The herbal remedy was incredibly bitter. She took small sips, her throat working to swallow it down.
Once she finished, she rested the empty bowl on her lap and looked down at the polished prayer beads. It took a long time before she spoke again, her voice so hoarse it was barely a whisper.
"I don't expect him to forgive me. The past can't be undone. I only hope that when he needs me at the very end, I can be there."
At the very end...
Alaina froze, finally understanding the true purpose behind Valerie's return.
Aunt Rosemary had told her before that Silas's father had passed away at the age of forty.
Valerie must have believed Silas would succumb to the same genetic fate around that age.
"You probably don't..." Valerie hesitated, shakily rising to set the medicine bowl aside. "Never mind. What I mean is, I already have one foot in the grave. I just don't want to leave any regrets behind."
Alaina stepped forward to support Valerie, helping her sit on the sofa.
After a moment of thought, she spoke up. "Actually, I know."
Valerie paused, unsure of what she was referring to.
"Aunt Rosemary told me," she confessed.
Valerie grasped her hands, tears welling in her eyes. "I knew about it when I married his father, too. Back then, I was always so optimistic, thinking medical technology was advancing so fast that he would be fine. But I never imagined that despite finding the best medical experts, we still couldn't save him."


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