?<strong>Chapter 1042:</strong>


    Clutching the nket tightly, Ynda slept peacefully, her vulnerability palpable.


    Outside the car, Dorian paused to tenderly brush her hair away from her face, reminiscent of her childhood, his eyes brimming with tears.


    The medication wasn’t very powerful, so any sudden movement could wake Ynda. It was crucial that the car departed promptly.


    Releasing his embrace, Dorian turned to the director standing by and said, “Please take good care of her for me.”


    The director assured him, “Absolutely, Mr. Moss, I will look after her as if she were my own.”


    Ynda appeared to sense something, stirring a little in her sleep.


    Dorian watched as she shifted ufortably, whispering in distress, “Daddy… Daddy, I’m so scared. Daddy, please don’t go. I’ll be good…”


    With a pained expression, Dorian clenched his jaw and turned away.


    As the car door gently shut, the vehicle pulled away, disappearing from Dorian’s view.


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    Ynda woke from a terrifying dream to find herself in a strange car and let out a scream of fear. In her panic, she desperately asked who was with her, crying and calling for her father as a child would.


    The director, experienced in handling such situations, quickly administered a sedative.


    Ynda shivered and fought against the sedative, but eventually, her struggles ceased, and she copsed limply like a doll.


    The director reassured her, “Miss Moss, you will be staying under my care at the hospital for your treatment. Once you are better, your father wille to take you home.”


    Ynda’s eyes widened in disbelief. Had her father abandoned her? That couldn’t be possible. He loved her too dearly to ever leave her.


    She attempted to rise, but her efforts were futile, ending only in tears streaming down her face. Under the sedative’s effects, she found she couldn’t even cry out.


    Alicia and Caden’s honeymoon was cut short for Gemma’s surgery.


    The best cardiologist, the premier hospital, and top-notch surgical equipment were all arranged.


    Despite these preparations, Corey was tense, his gaze never leaving the operating room door since Gemma was taken inside.


    Beside him, Alicia remained silent.


    Corey asked her, “Alicia, it will be sessful, right?”


    Alicia sighed. “You’ve asked that over thirty times. Maybe ask someone else?”


    Corey moistened his dry lips, his focus returning to the operating room door.


    Just then, Caden came up with a document outlining surgical risks for Corey to sign.


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