Chapter 445 It's Not Like I'm Marrying You
Sarah's words hung in the air, her face a mask of stoic resolve. Almost instantly, the air was filled with the jubilant cheers of children.
Harper and Ryan were the most elated. The two youngsters threw their arms around each other, their voices ringing out in unison. "Mom and Dad are finally back together!"
Brian and Ethan remained silent, but their faces spoke volumes. They too, were pleased with this turn of events.
Brady, finally free of his entanglement, called for the children to lower their voices. "Alright, kids, remember, we're in a hospital. No shouting allowed."
His gaze fell on Antonio, but he held his tongue.
Antonio was quick to pledge his allegiance. "Bro, don't worry. What happened five years ago won't repeat itself."
Brady dismissed his assurances with a wave of his hand. "You don't need to convince me. After all, I'm not the one marrying you." He changed the subject abruptly. "What are you in the mood for lunch?"
Sarah's mood was buoyant, and her stomach rumbled in agreement. But the sterile scent of the hospital was a damper on her appetite, despite her hunger.
"My fever's broken, and I'm mostly recovered. The doctor had assured them that once Sarah was awake, there would be no further complications. It was indeed better for her to recuperate at home than in the hospital.
"Honey, let's return to our house. It's been waiting for you, all alone, for so long," Antonio proposed.
Brian's house was grand, even luxurious, but it was that very novelty that made Antonio yearn for the familiar. He missed the traces of their past life as a family, the sense of belonging.
Sarah nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's go home then."
Harper's joy was palpable. "That's wonderful! We can finally go home!"
"Then hurry back. I'll handle the hospital formalities," Brady offered.
Seeing the family's excitement, he took it upon himself to take care of the rest. It was best for Sarah, who was just recovering from a serious illness, to head home as soon as possible.
She blinked at him, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, brother."
"Thank you, uncle," Harper chimed in.
Antonio shot Brady a grateful look. "Thank you, bro."
"Let's go, let's go," Brady urged them, shooing them out.
As he watched the family leave, a wave of emotion washed over him. But he chose not to partake in their joy.
After wrapping up the hospital procedures, he was about to leave when he accidentally bumped into a woman at a corridor corner.
The woman, leaning heavily on a crutch, was obviously unsteady. The impact sent her sprawling on the floor.
Brady was taken aback. "I'm sorry, are you alright?"
"I... I'm fine."
He quickly moved to help her up, his face etched with regret. "I'm really sorry. I was lost in thought and didn't see you. Do you need me to take you to get checked?"
"No need, sir. Please don't worry. My leg was already beyond hope. Even if you hadn't bumped into me, I wouldn't have been able to stand."
His gaze fell on the woman, tears welling up in her eyes, and his heart sank. "Medical technology is quite advanced these days, don't lose hope."
The woman shook her head, her voice choked with emotion. "My leg is beyond saving. It's likely to be amputated, and I'll be disabled for the rest of my life."
"How can that be? It doesn't look that severe," Brady said, surprised.
"It's just my fate..." Her tears flowed freely as she spoke.
Brady, a man of compassion and gentleness, was deeply moved by her plight.
"Miss, where is your family? Can I help you find them?"
"There's no need to trouble yourself. My mother has passed away, and my father has Alzheimer's. He no longer recognizes me, and his health is failing. He's in the hospital ward."
Brady's heart ached for her. He wanted to offer comfort, but words failed him.
"Sir, there's no need to dwell on it," she said, her voice a weary sigh. "Life is a fickle creature, unpredictable and capricious. My boyfriend abandoned me because of this leg, and my father... he could leave me at any moment too. I've barely had time to mourn the loss of my own mobility. Perhaps, it's time I considered leaving this world too."
The words hung heavy in the air, a somber testament to her despair.
"I may not have the right words to comfort you," he responded, his voice gentle, "but I firmly believe that life has a way of turning things around. Kindness, I believe, will always find its reward."
Brady felt a deep sympathy for the woman before him. She was about the same age as his sister, yet she had been forced to endure such profound suffering.
"Thank you, sir," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "Since my disability, you're the first person who has spoken to me with such kindness. I truly appreciate it."
With that, she threw herself into Brady's arms, her body wracked with sobs. Brady's hand hovered awkwardly in the air, but the sight of the pitiful girl in his arms made it impossible for him to push her away. He had no choice but to silently offer her comfort.
As the woman's cries grew louder, her grip on his hand tightened. All Brady could do was gently pat her back and murmur soft words of consolation.
After what felt like an eternity, the woman's sobs gradually subsided and she regained her composure. She wiped the tears from her face and said, "I'm sorry, I let my emotions get the better of me."
"Everyone faces difficulties," he reassured her. "It's okay. Just take care of yourself."
"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Could you please help me to the wheelchair over there?"
"Of course," he replied, puzzled.
The woman had no strength in her legs and had to rely entirely on his support. The hospital gown she wore was thin, and as he held her hand, he could feel the softness of her body against the back of his hand. Brady wanted to pull his hand back, but the woman's limited movement pressed it down even more firmly.
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