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Gemma'’s forehead creased with concern. “Alicia, when will Corey be back?” Her voice trembled with the
question.
Alicia didn’t know. Three days—that was what Corey had promised if everything went according to plan. But
those three days had cand gone like autumn leaves in the wind.
“He’ll be back tomorrow,” Alicia found herself weaving a gentle lie. “Get better soon, Gemma, so you can
welchim hyourself.”
“Will I still be alive when he returns?” Gemma'’s question hung in the air like frost.
Alicia's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening. They'd guarded this secret so carefully—how could Gemma
have known about her condition?
“I knew it from the first day, Alicia.” The words scraped past Gemma'’s parched lips, each syllable draining what
little strength she had left. Fighting back tears, Alicia squeezed Gemma'’s delicate hand. “Hold on for the sake of
your brother, Gemma. Just hold on a little longer.” Gemma nodded gently. But she was in so much pain, gasping
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtfor air. Her compromised immune system had betrayed her, spawning mysterious wounds and bruises that
defied all treatment. Day by day, her frail form withered like a flower in winter.
“Gemma, just hold on a little longer,” Alicia whispered, her fingers tracing soothing circles on Gemma's hand.
Gemma could have lived. But Pierre’s death had broken something deep inside her, pushing her to drain the
artificial heart chip far too quickly. What should have been a gradual process, now felt like a race against time.
The artificial heart that had sustained her for a year was now failing in mere months. Was this Gemma's fate or
Corey's? Who was truly paying the price for whose actions?
Corey had planned everything before he reached the family’s doorstep. He rang the doorbell, ready to step
inside as an honored guest, only to later abduct the lady of the house.
After a long, heavy silence, the door creaked open. Corey paused, lowering his gaze.
A little girl, no older than four, stood there in a delicate floral dress. Her wide, innocent eyes sparkled as she
looked up at him. “Hello. Are you here to see my dad?” she asked sweetly.
Corey, dressed in a sleek black trench coat, kept his expression neutral. In the coat’s pocket, his fingers curled
around a silenced pistol. He stared at the little girl, momentarily unable to speak. Then, lowering himself to her
level, he asked softly, “Is your mom home?”
The little girl smiled brightly and nodded. “Please wait right here. I'll go get her.”
She turned and dashed off, her skirt
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Corey's gaze lingered on her
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmretreating figure as a memory rushed
back to him. Four-year-old Gemma
had been just like this girl, except her
life had been EE Corefide) She
had suffered alongside him in the
orphanage, often falling ill. No one
wanted to adopt her, and her fragile
condition only made her a target for
bullies. But the young Gemma had
been strong. Despite her frailty, she
was always his protector. She would
steal food for him, fend off stray
dogs, and stand up to cruel adults
with unwavering defiance. The
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