Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 227

"No," Silas shook his head, his gaze never leaving her. "I brought them for you. Eat as much as you want."

He glanced around the sterile hospital room, casually reaching out to straighten a water cup that had tipped sideways on the table. "How is your mother's transplant going?"

It was the exact same question Julian had asked. With Julian, every single syllable felt like dragging her nails over glass. But with Silas, the words just poured out of her.

"There are still five hours left. So far, all her vitals are perfectly stable. Dr. Zane said based on her current condition, it should be a complete success."

"Good. Dr. Zane is top-tier. If he says it's fine, it's fine."

Just the mention of the doctor reminded Willow of exactly how much she owed this man. If Silas hadn't pulled his massive strings, her mother would have never been transferred to this VIP ward in the first place. This entire life-saving procedure was happening because of him.

"Mr. Thorne... I really can't thank you enough for all of this." The words felt inadequate, but that simple "thank you" carried the weight of her entire world.

But Silas wasn't interested in her gratitude. His piercing gaze dropped to the heavy exhaustion shadowing her face, the faint red lines tracing the whites of her eyes. His chest tightened.

"You've been terrified these past few weeks, haven't you?" he murmured.

The sheer tenderness in his voice shattered her. It was as if the impenetrable armor she had been wearing for months had just been effortlessly stripped away, exposing the raw, bleeding fear underneath. A massive lump formed in her throat, choking her. She knew he was just being polite. Given their dynamic as boss and subordinate, she was supposed to smile, thank him for his concern, and say she was fine.

But she couldn't. For some reason, in front of him, she couldn't lie. She just stared down at her shoes, gripping the half-eaten pastry as silence swallowed the room.

Sensing the shift in the air, Silas stepped closer, his voice dropping into a low, intimate rasp. "Hey. What's wrong?"

Willow couldn't speak. She just shook her head, fighting a losing battle against the tears burning her eyes.

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