Fortunately, fate was merciful, and Lana's surgery concluded successfully. Relief washed over me. I couldn't imagine how I would have coped if the surgery had failed.
But that relief was short-lived. The thought of Kayla, who never even had the chance for surgery, filled me with unbearable pain once again.
Why, God? Why were you so cruel to me?
Kayla had been so young. Why couldn't she be given even the slightest chance to live? How could you separate us, brother and sister, by life and death forever?
Just then, George arrived.
I quickly wiped the tears from my face and shook his hand with heartfelt gratitude. "George, thank you for looking after Lana. Her successful surgery wouldn't have been possible without your help."
George smiled and patted my shoulder. "We're brothers. Of course, I'd help when you're in need."
I didn't say anything more, only giving him a big hug.
I followed George to Lana's hospital room. Seeing her lying there, still drowsy from the surgery, made my chest tighten. She was just a child, yet she had endured so much already.
But the surgery was successful. As long as she recovered properly, everything would be fine.
When I got home, the exhaustion caught up to me. I barely managed to shower before collapsing into bed, skipping dinner entirely.
The next morning, a gentle knock on my door stirred me awake.
"Mr. Gebb, it's already 9:30 am. Would you like some breakfast?" Martha's concerned voice came through the door.
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