Shaina sat nervously at the side of Luca's bed. Biting her lips, she observed his pale face with agony and mixed emotions.
She reached out her hand to stroke his face, and her heart winced at the coolness she felt at the end of her fingertips.
She frowned. His skin felt so cold it was devoid of warmth. Tears started falling from her eyes uncontrollably when she felt her heart ached when she saw how pitiful her son is.
“Luca…” she whispered his nickname, worried that she might wake him up.
Meanwhile, Maxwell's heart, who was standing behind her, skipped a beat as he watched the little lad feebly sleep in the bed.
What emotions should a man have when he saw his missing biological son for the first time in six years?
He could only feel that there's something relentlessly stirring in hi
