He spent three days in the ICU before being moved to a regular ward. 

During that time, Xavier never called—not even once. I didn’t care. 

All I could hear were the doctor’s words, echoing in my mind. 

“The surgery was successful, but there are a lot of nerves in the legs. Healing won’t happen overnight. 

“He’ll likely need long-term rehabilitation. As his parents, you’ll need to be prepared.” 

Hope flared in me. “Will he be able to walk again?” I asked immediately. 

The doctor hesitated, his expression heavy with uncertainty. 

“It will be… very difficult. But if the recovery goes well, there’s a chance.” 

His words crushed whatever little hope I had left. 

But when I looked at Lucas lying in that hospital bed, pale and fragile, I refused to give up. 

From the beginning, all I ever wanted was for him to grow up safe and happy. Even if he would never be like other children, he was still my most precious boy. 

Just then, the hospital room door swung open. 

Xavier walked in with Wendy right beside him. 

The moment our eyes met, Wendy smiled smugly. Without a trace of guilt, she spoke as if nothing had happened. 

“Summer, how’s Lucas doing?” 

Xavier, as if sensing the tension, walked straight to me. His expression was full of regret as he looked at Lucas, lying pale and lifeless in bed. 

His voice was heavy with guilt. “Summer, I’m sorry. I failed you both. 

“I’ve already covered the medical expenses. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you and Lucas.” 

He turned to Wendy, and without missing a beat, she stepped forward and placed a fruit basket on the bedside table. Her eyes, filled with mockery, met mine. 

“Thank you, Summer. And thank you, Lucas, for sacrificing so much for me. I’ll never forget your kindness.” 

I let out a cold laugh. Stepping in front of Lucas, I blocked them from even looking at him. 

My voice was ice. “Wendy, were you actually kidnapped? Or was this just another one of your little performances? You, of all people, know the truth. 

“You didn’t come here to see Lucas. You just wanted to rub it in my face that Xavier chose you.” 

Wendy’s face paled. She immediately shrank behind Xavier, her expression pitiful. 

“Xavier, I didn’t—”