Days passed, and Edward’s condition improved. He asked to see Lina often, telling her stories about his travels, his regrets, and the loneliness that came with all his success. He confessed that money had never filled the emptiness he carried. Lina listened, torn between anger and longing.
One afternoon, as the golden light streamed through the hospital window, Edward spoke softly. “I can’t undo the years I missed, Lina. But if you’ll let me, I’d like to be part of what’s ahead. I don’t want to buy your love. I just want to earn a place in your life.”
Lina looked at him, her throat tight. “I don’t care about your money,” she said quietly. “I just want a dad who stays.”
Tears glimmered in his eyes as he reached out and took her hand. “Then I’ll stay. For as long as you’ll have me.”
When Edward was discharged weeks later, he invited Lina and Marilyn to his home by the lake. It wasn’t the mansion that mattered—it was the laughter echoing through the kitchen, the awkward family dinners that slowly turned into comfort, the nights when Edward would tuck Lina in and say, “Goodnight, my brave girl.”
Up in her new room, looking out over the shimmering water, Lina realized that the day she saved a stranger’s life, she had unknowingly rescued her own story, too.
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