The physician’s face twisted in outrage as he glared at Harley and me. He wasn’t just any doctor—he was someone we trusted, practically our family doctor.“Mr. Babylon, we need to talk,” he said, forcing a tense smile. “Mrs. Babylon, if you don’t mind, could you excuse us?”Embarrassed and confused, I stepped out of the office. Our daughter, Harley, is physiologically challenged, but what had he discovered that he couldn't tell me?Or is he hiding something from me? I'm her mother—I deserve to know everything about her.From beyond the closed door, I caught only a few hushed words:“Eight-year-old Harley Babylon is…”The rest faded into silence. My heart raced like wildfire, pounding loudly in my ears.A few minutes later, Richard pushed Harley’s wheelchair out of the office.“Let’s go,” he said coldly. His voice was unfamiliar—detached and void of warmth.He didn’t open the car door for me like he always did. Instead, he drove silently, passing the restaurant we had planned to visit
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