Those words struck like a bolt of lightning, instantly shattering all the warmth and peace of their homecoming.
Silas remained silent.
Alaina's heart clenched. She instinctively glanced at Silas, clearly sensing the sudden tension radiating from him, and quickly squeezed his hand to offer silent support and comfort.
"Should we head to the hospital now?" Zachary asked.
Silas nodded, betraying no extra emotion.
He then turned to Alaina. "Do you want to go home and rest, or come with me?"
"I'm going with you," Alaina replied without hesitation.
The car sped all the way to Capital City General Hospital.
Upon arriving, the two of them hurried toward the emergency ward.
The sharp scent of antiseptic hit them instantly. The hallway was bustling with people, the chaotic symphony of rushing footsteps and overlapping conversations only amplifying their anxiety.
Zachary stepped forward, leading them into the doctor's office, where the attending physician was already waiting.
The doctor delivered the grim news that Valerie Summers's condition was not optimistic.
Her sudden collapse was caused by a sharp spike in intracranial pressure triggered by a brain tumor.
They had performed emergency surgery the moment she arrived to temporarily stabilize her vitals. However, the tumor was in its late stages and had spread extensively. Coupled with her failing physical health, there were no viable treatment options left. The doctor warned them that she did not have much time and advised them to prepare for the worst.
The devastating prognosis dropped like a boulder, instantly freezing the air in the room.
Silas's posture stiffened slightly, a heavy gloom settling over his deep gaze.
A lump formed in Alaina's throat.
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