It was the middle of the night and Mason’s ward was brightly lit.

Cecil ran through a full examination for him, but the results didn’t look good. It was true. Mason had woken up, but his vital functions had all but stopped working. His limbs were unresponsive, especially his right hand. All of the nerves in there had basically died.

Mason accepted his fate.

He might have to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. His right hand was basically unusable and he’d have to learn to make do with his left hand.

To put it bluntly, he was disabled!

With that said, he didn’t regret his decision one bit. Lying on the bed, he said calmly, “Yanni’s my daughter, and I’m more than willing to do it! Zoe doesn’t have to know about this, though. After all, we’re no longer married. She has the right to pursue a better life with…”

Cecil didn’t let him finish. Instead, he walked right out of the ward.

Lisa fell on her knees by the bed and hammered it with her fists. She was crying at the top