The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 436

**The Perfect 436**

**Chapter 436**

“A few weeks, at least. Maybe longer. We’ll need to monitor him closely for infection.” Dr. Evelyn’s voice wavered slightly as she spoke, her brow furrowed in concern. “He’s lucky to be alive.”

Lucky. The term hung in the air like a cruel taunt. There was nothing fortunate about this situation; it felt like a bitter joke played by fate.

My gaze shifted to Alexander, who stood across the room, his face a canvas of raw horror. The sight was almost unbearable. The anguish etched on his features made my heart ache for him, yet it was a pain I couldn’t fully comprehend.

“I did this,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I did this to my own son.”

“Alexander—”

“Don’t try to comfort me, Ella. I don’t deserve it.” His voice was thick with despair, and before I could muster a response, he turned abruptly and exited the room, leaving a silence that felt suffocating.

Dr. Evelyn cleared her throat, pulling my attention back to the present. “I’ll give you some privacy. If you need anything, I’ll be downstairs helping with Lilith.” Her tone was soft, but it carried the weight of her concern.

I nodded, though my heart felt heavy. Once she left, I sank into the rocking chair beside the crib, pulling Lucien close against my chest. The warmth of his tiny body was a balm to my frayed nerves.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered into his delicate hair, feeling the weight of my words. “I’m so, so sorry, baby. I should have been here. I should have protected you.” The guilt washed over me like a tidal wave, overwhelming and relentless.

As I rocked him gently, Lucien’s cries began to fade, his little hand instinctively curling around my finger. That simple gesture sent fresh tears cascading down my cheeks. How could this have happened? How could everything have spiraled so far out of control?

My eyes fell upon the crystal I had placed on the dresser earlier. It was still glowing softly, pulsating with a gentle light that transformed the room into a serene shade of green. In this dark moment, it felt oddly comforting.

At least we had the crystal now. It was a glimmer of hope, a tool that could cleanse Alexander of Margaret’s dark influence. Perhaps, just perhaps, we could put an end to this nightmare once and for all.

Yet, as I looked down at my injured son, bandaged and fragile, a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. What if the damage was irreversible? What if some wounds ran too deep to ever truly heal?

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