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Ethan turned to them. "No. I promise she'll be fine. I won't let anything happen to her."
A few minutes later, paramedics arrived and took Amy to the hospital. Ethan insisted on staying with the twins, holding their tiny hands as the ambulance sped through the night.
At Walker Memorial Hospital, which he had once funded himself, Amy was immediately admitted to the intensive care unit. Ethan paid for everything, no questions asked.
The twins huddled in the waiting room for hours, snuggled up in blankets, half asleep, half awake. Ethan watched over them while a storm raged inside his head.
Who was this woman? And why did she seem strangely… familiar?
A week later
Amy slowly opened her eyes and found herself in a luxurious hospital room, sunlight streaming through the tall windows. The last thing she remembered was excruciating pain—and the whispers of her sons as if saying goodbye.
Now the pain is gone.
She sat down and caught her breath.
Leo and Liam burst into the room, followed by a tall man in an elegant suit, Ethan.
“You're awake,” he said, his face lighting up. “Thank God.”
Amy blinked. “You…? What are you doing here?”
“You should have asked,” he replied, sitting down next to her. “Your children wanted to sell their only toy to buy your medicine. I found it in front of my shop.”
Amy raised her hand to her mouth. "No..."
“They saved you, Amy.”
She shook her head, overcome with emotion. “How can I ever repay you?”
“No need,” Ethan said. And then, after a moment of silence, “But… I have a question.”
He pulled a photo from his coat pocket. It was old and faded. It showed Amy holding young Ethan in her arms. From their college days. From when he'd given up everything for business and wealth—and left her.
“I’ve been keeping it all these years,” Ethan said quietly. “You never told me you had children.”
“I didn’t want to ruin your life,” she said quietly. “You left. I thought you had already dealt with it.”
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