Two days later, Sophie’s condition worsened. Her breathing became shallow; her eyes barely opened. Charles pounded his desk in despair.
“There has to be something!”
And suddenly, he remembered Elena’s steady expression. For the first time in years, he swallowed his pride and sought her out.
“Tell me,” he said quietly, “is that doctor still alive? Where is he?”
Elena nodded. “Dr. Bennett is alive. But he doesn’t see just anyone. He retired after clashing with major pharmaceutical companies. He doesn’t trust wealth or influence.”
Charles exhaled slowly. Money had always secured solutions. This time, it couldn’t even buy hope.
“Do whatever it takes, Elena. Save her.”
The next day, they left discreetly. Elena held Sophie close while Charles wore a simple cap to avoid recognition. They drove hours into a quiet mountain town where time seemed to move more slowly.
An elderly man awaited them on a small porch. His sharp gaze met theirs.
“You’re searching for a miracle,” he said calmly. “Then you’re at the wrong door. There are no miracles here—only truth. And truth isn’t comfortable.”
Charles had never been addressed so bluntly. For once, he had no response.