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my of an and a thin layer of sweat quickly formed on his forehead,

His hands clenched tightly together, Secrets conddwt day famed forever-

water or beer, the rate wo were one. Be to lay everything bare all at once required a great deal of mental prepara

Seeing him still hesitating, Cherise shot him a sharp glare. 'If yo dont talk, dont even few wing for is Benore University again-

let alone attending my class"

"I'll talk!" Hank blurted out immediately. The thought of being banned from Betrico Useversy and mong Cortet's Cances was more unbearable than death itself. At this point, he had no choice but to come clean under Cherie's pressure,

After taking a moment to steady himself, Hank slowly said, "You've probably dready power's-

Casey fer. My biological mother."

Upon hearing this answer, Cherise showed no reaction, as if it was exactly what the had expected. The ugly eggste with a calm, "Go on."

Hank nodded and continued. "She's in Astamia. She's been in Astamia all these years

"She told me that when you were still a toddler, she had already gone to Astantia. She said the owes you The perva te feels the most guilt toward in this

life is you, followed by her mother.

"But she couldn't come back. She's sick. Back then, Mandy's people shot her in the head. Though the survived, the injury damaged her nervous system, and now she suffers from chronic hypersomnia.

"And that same year, while still bedridden, she gave birth to me. If not for the medical equipment keeping her sable, she wouldn't have survived.

"Forget coming back to Clusia-

if she were to be taken off the machines, she wouldn't last more than a few minutes. Seeing you again was never even an option."

As Hank spoke, his voice grew more emotional. Every word felt

like a dagger stabbing into Cherise's heart, the pain so sharp and overwhelming that she could hardly believe it.

"Hypersomnia? Has she ever woken up in all these years?" Cherise asked.

Hank didn't hide anything. "Of course, but only a handful of times. She's practically a living corpse now.

"Every time she wakes up, she talks to me about you. But not much, because no one ever knows when she'll wake up or how long she'll stay conscious.

"The fact that she was able to give birth to me while in a coma was already a miracle. But I failed her. If she hadn't given birth to me, maybe her condition wouldn't have worsened so much, and her health might be better. "The last time she woke up was just a few days before your wedding-

when I called to tell her you were getting married.

"She was asleep at the time, and the doctor who's been taking care of her put the phone to her ear. I told her you were marrying Morris. The doctor said she woke up shortly after I hung up. "And as soon as she woke up, she insisted on writing you a letter. That's the one you received"

After Hank finished his last sentence, he shrugged. "That's about it. I know you resent Mom, for leaving when you were young and going to Astamia without looking back.

"But she had no choice. She thought your father would be a good one, that he could take care of you. Unfortunately, she didn't expect him to be so irresponsible, so heartless."

"So, she thought I didn't need a mother's love and selfishly went to Astamia for her prideful career?" Cherise asked, raising the question again as soon as Hank finished speaking. Hank immediately shook his head. "No, no, that's not it. She wasn't selfish. You've misunderstood her. She didn't want to leave, but she didn't have a choice.noveldrama

"She wasn't just your mother; she

was also a war correspondent and a battlefield doctor, though she's always kept it hidden. She didn't

much-thought it would be hel

want her talents to show too

keep things simple.

"A lot of people were sent from Clusia to Astamia, many of them injured or killed. She

couldn't, in good conscience, sit by while knowing she had the ability to help.

"Things are peaceful now, and we don't face those kinds of situations. But back then, if it were you, what would you have done? I'm sure you already know the answer deep inside."

After saying all of this, Hank looked at Cherise, who hadn't responded, and sighed deeply. "I think that's all I have to say. I believe you'll understand. "It's getting late. I'll go

grab my things and be right back. You can wait for me." With that, Hank shook his head, pursed his lips, and got out of the car.

As Hank spoke those last words, Cherise's hands remained clenched into fists. Her eyes seemed distant as she stared ahead, her mood clearly heavy.

It wasn't until Hank closed the car door with a sharp slam that Morris turned around, gently grasping her hand, pulling her thoughts back to the present. Morris looked at her with a heart full of tenderness. "Cherise, it's okay. I'm here.

"Whatever you want, whatever you need to do, I'll support you. If you want to go to Astamia to treat your mom, to bring her back

to Clusia, I'll support you.

"You're my wife. You're the Cherise I'm proud of, and I know you have your

own thoughts. It's okay. As long as it's what you truly want, I'll be by

your side. Wherever you go, I'll go with you, okay?"

He was genuinely afraid of Cherise being hurt, and he understood what she was thinking. He kept comforting her.

"Morris, I'm fine." Cherise looked at him, her thoughts finally returning to the present. She smiled and let him hold her hand tightly.

Morris saw her smile and laughed softly. I'm glad you're okay."

Hank's luggage was just a laptop and some clothes. He finished packing quickly and returned to the car.

By the time he got back, Cherise had calmed herself down. She looked seriously at her half-

brother, her voice firm. "Listen, I'm going to Astamia.

"As for your background, how you were born, who your father is-

it's none of my business. I don't care about that. The only thing I care about is her."

Hank was a bit surprised to hear Cherise's words. "Oh, okay."

In fact, this was also one of the

reasons he came to Clusia. He

wanted to bring this half-sister, who was a gifted doctor, to Astamia to meet his mother. Perhaps, with her help, his mother might be saved.