CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY

RICHARD’S POV

The next day, I woke up to the soft beep of the heart monitor. Mom’s eyes were open. She looked at me, a question in her eyes. I squeezed her hand. “You’re awake, Mom,” I whispered. Her eyes filled with tears.

The room was a mess. Flowers, balloons, and get-well gifts were scattered around. I’d spent the last few hours here, hoping, praying. This was a miracle.

My mother, still groggy but awake, lay in her hospital bed. I sat beside her, holding her hand gently.

“Hey, its good to have you back, Mom,” I said softly. Do you need anything? How are you feeling?”

She opened her eyes slowly, a weak but sincere smile on her face. “Richard... I can’t thank you enough for this. I thought—”

“Don’t,” I interrupted, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’d give you a thousand chances if I could. Just focus on getting better.”

Her eyes glistened with tears. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

Before I could respond, the door swung open. My dad walked in with a bouquet of flow