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47. Wounds That Are Difficult to Heal

Auteur: Monica Wild
last update Date de publication: 2025-11-29 07:38:22

Enola underwent intensive examination. Her baby was safe, but still in a fragile condition. The accident she had suffered caused injuries severe enough to require several more days of recovery in the hospital.

The doctor advised her.

“Avoid stress. Avoid emotional shock. And... avoid fear. “

However, how could she avoid fear when her husband continued to hide something from her?

Damian returned that afternoon with food and flowers. He smiled softly—a smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

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