Elena clutched Sophie gently. “Doctor, we’re not asking for a miracle. Please… just try. She deserves that.”
Dr. Bennett studied them carefully before stepping aside. Inside, the air smelled of herbs and old books.
“What she has is severe,” he said after examining the child. “Very severe. But not beyond hope.”
Charles leaned forward eagerly. “Then you can cure her? Name your price.”
The doctor’s expression hardened. “Money has no value here. What matters is whether you can do something you’ve never done before—listen, follow instructions, and trust.”
Elena understood immediately. That would be Charles’s greatest trial.
Treatment began that same day. Dr. Bennett gradually replaced medications with carefully prepared natural remedies. He insisted on peace, patience, and affection. Elena followed every instruction precisely—measured infusions, soothing touch, quiet songs.
Charles, meanwhile, faced a different kind of prescription: becoming a father.
One sleepless night, he approached the crib. He wrapped his large hand around Sophie’s tiny fingers and whispered through tears, “Forgive me, sweetheart. I thought money could fix everything. But you… you’re the only thing that matters.”