Charles and his wife had rushed over, too.
Inside the incubator, little Ryan stirred weakly, his fragile chest rising and falling as he tried so hard just to keep breathing, just to stay alive.
Mrs. Richards half-knelt on the floor.
Looking at the tiny baby, her eyes filled with tears as she turned to Sebastian and said, "Sebastian, maybe you should tell Elaria. Ryan is her child-how can you keep this from her forever? The Harmons are planning to take her abroad. If... if Ryan really doesn't make it, she won't even get the chance to say goodbye. That kind of regret lasts a lifetime."
Sebastian dropped his gaze, voice hoarse and barely audible.
"A one percent chance of survival-how do I tell her that?"
"Telling her would only destroy her, ruin her health, keep her up nig
