"Even if she doesn’t make it, without her mother by her side, at least I, as her father, will be there watching her go! I won’t let her be alone!"

Arlo Seys’s voice was hoarse as he shouted, causing the nurse to pause momentarily. Understanding his emotions, she let him in.

Arlo Seys walked into the rescue room, his body trembling slightly.

If there’s any place in this world that makes him feel scared and helpless, it’s the rescue room.

Previously, his wife was in the rescue room, having walked through the valley of death. And now, even his little princess was in the rescue room—this place fills him with fear!

No matter how mighty or composed you are, when you reach this place, all that remains is the prayer and helplessness, just hoping that heaven isn’t cruel.

Arlo Seys approached the operating table, looking at the delicate little figure, his eyes turning a deep red.

It was the first time he looked directly at his child because lately, his heart felt twisted. Twisted by these two children who nearly cost him his beloved Ariel.

Children for whom Ariel had risked her life to bring into the world, seeing them made him feel dispirited. So he ignored the two children, not even giving them a glance.

Now, as he looked directly, he realized how adorable his and Ariel’s child was: small and tender, with delicate features resembling both him and Ariel.

Arlo Seys’s broad palms enclosed Iris Seys’s little hands, choking up before he could even start speaking, "Iris, your mom hasn’t seen you yet, but you need to hold on. She risked her life for you; don’t let her be sad. I believe you and your mom are strong, and won’t abandon your dad and brother."

"Iris, hold on, and you’ll become the little princess in your father and brother’s hearts. Your brother and I, the two men, will protect both you and your mom, our two princesses."

"Iris, be well. Dad will never ignore you and your brother again. The three of us will wait together for your mom to wake up."

"Iris Seys, your parents are not weak, and I believe you won’t be either. The Seys family will not yield to adversity; no matter the storm, we will bravely endure it."

Arlo Seys held Iris’s hand, truly feeling for the first time that peculiar feeling of being connected by blood.

This was his child, the treasure Ariel fought to bring into the world. He should not have ignored her; he should cherish her like a pearl in his hand to honor Ariel’s sacrifice.

"The Seys little princess, stay here well, and you will truly become a little princess envied by others."

....

Arlo Seys stayed by Iris’s side, never leaving for a single minute, speaking countless words—so many that he himself forgot what he said or what about.

More than an hour later, the doctor removed the mask and, exhaling in relief, said to Arlo Seys, whose eyes were deep red, "Mr. Seys, your daughter has been moved to the ICU for observation, and if she can make it through the next few days, everything will be fine."

Arlo Seys pressed his lips together and nodded lightly.

With the doctor’s words, the stone in his heart finally settled somewhat.

Looking at Iris’s pale little face, a haze rose in Arlo Seys’s eyes, his voice hoarse: "Our family will definitely see the sunshine after the storm. Your brother and I are waiting for you and your mom to wake up. From now on, your journey, our two princesses’ journey, will be smooth because all difficulties and obstacles will be faced by your brother and me, the two men in your life."

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A black luxury car stopped at the Grant Family’s villa entrance.

Daisy Grant got out of the car, waved lightly to the person inside with a faint smile.

The person in the luxury car nodded slightly and drove away.

Daisy Grant’s faint smile faded, her gaze deepened as she watched the distant luxury car, her breath somewhat heavy.

But as she composed herself to go home, she turned to see Dawn Sutherland standing at the door, having arrived without her noticing....