"Honey!"

Nathaniel's eyes, clouded with worry for so long, suddenly lit up with a spark of relief.

Without hesitation, he leaned down, wrapping her in his arms, though still careful and gentle, as if she were made of glass.

Even through the blanket, his touch was cautious—he didn't dare hold her too tightly, afraid that, in his excitement, he might hurt her. His voice trembled with emotion.

"Thank God… you're awake. I'll call the doctor."

"Mr. Ford…" ...