The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 1035

After a long while, her soft voice broke the heavy silence of the night. "Callahan... watching him drink that today, I was so terrified..."

People called her a miracle worker. They said her holistic remedies and acupuncture could pull people back from the brink of death. But she knew the truth—she had limitations. There were puzzles she couldn't solve, and people she couldn't save.

Like Paulina.

And maybe, Payton Larson.

Callahan tightened his hold, pulling her flush against his chest and resting his chin on the top of her head. "I'm right here. No matter how bad it gets, we face it together."

"Once he and Grandpa are stable, we're going to start planning this wedding. We'll make sure he gets to see you walk down that aisle. Sound good?" He felt her shift slightly against him.

"Yeah..."

"But," her voice was muffled against his chest, "what if I miscalculated? What if the antidote actually..."

"There are no 'what ifs'."

He cut her off, his tone gentle but leaving no room for doubt.

He dipped his head, his lips hovering right over her ear, his voice dropping to a smooth, soothing register. "Leilani, do you remember what you told me once?"

"What?" She tilted her head up, looking at him in confusion.

"You said a healer isn't a god. You can't guarantee a hundred percent success rate. All you can do is give everything you have, and walk away with a clear conscience. Isn't that the core philosophy of what you do?"

He felt a tiny tremor run through her.

He kept talking, his hand sweeping slowly up and down her spine, grounding her. "What you've done for him goes so far beyond the duty of a doctor. You've been a daughter to him. You've done more than enough. Right now, all we need is a little patience and a bit of luck."

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