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Tears shimmered in Agatha\u2019s eyes. She tightened her grip on Sydney\u2019s hand, then eased it at once, afraid she might hurt her. Excitement rushed through her until she slapped her own thigh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGood. Good!\u201d She repeated the word several times, then shot Sydney a mock glare. \u201cYou silly child. How could you hide something this big from me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her relief grew when she remembered that her grandson was hopelessly lovesick. If something involved Sydney, he\u2019d accept it without a second thought.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney touched the bridge of her nose and explained everything in a steady voice. She laid out her worries and hesitation because she\u2019d want no unspoken barrier between them if they intended to become a family.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Agatha learned that Sydney feared her background might burden Julian, the thought left her aching. \u201cSilly girl. You worry about dragging him down, but have you ever wondered whether he fears being burdened by you, or fears losing you more?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Life had carried Agatha through enough storms to leave her with sharp insight. Money and power mattered, but nothing compared to her grandson\u2019s joy and sorrow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
During the years Sydney had been absent, she had watched loneliness settle over him piece by piece. If Julian had cared one bit about Sydney\u2019s origins, Agatha would have knocked sense into him herself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney blinked, moved by the words. Julian had said something similar, but hearing it again from Agatha caught her off guard. She had known Agatha to be warm and tolerant, but not to this extent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes reddened. She looked at Agatha and spoke softly. \u201cGrandma, thank you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you thanking me for?\u201d Agatha placed food in her bowl with gentle patience. \u201cYou\u2019ll carry a child full term. Jules can\u2019t share even a fraction of that hardship. For that alone, he and I owe you for a lifetime.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney\u2019s eyes heated further.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then Agatha\u2019s voice sharpened. \u201cSo that brat still doesn\u2019t know he\u2019s a father, does he?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney\u2019s flush faded, and she lowered her gaze. \u201cI told him, but he may have misheard.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the time, his attention had been completely elsewhere.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Agatha dismissed the issue with a wave. \u201cThen tell him again when you get the chance. I\u2019ll not say a word.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Such happy news belonged to the young couple. It was not her place to meddle. Whatever happiness Sydney chose, Agatha would support. As for Julian\u2019s feelings, that was his problem to sort out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She thought about the fact that in a little over four months she would be holding a great-grandchild. She wanted\u00a0<\/p>\n
to hurry home and start preparing. Still, she waited until Julian returned to the ward before rising to leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Julian noticed the impatience written in every line of Agatha\u2019s posture and asked dryly, \u201cIs someone chasing you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Agatha smacked him on the head. \u201cSomeone is chasing me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her great-grandchild was chasing her. If she did not prepare now, the baby would arrive too soon,\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had kept her distance before because she had not wanted to overstep. After all, the child had not been a Sterling descendant, at least as she had believed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Now, refusing to intervene would feel improper.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Julian frowned. \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She ignored him, shot Sydney a conspiratorial wink, and swept out of the room with surprising vigor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney checked Eliana\u2019s pulse again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When she looked up, Julian still stared at the doorway in bafflement. \u201cAre you two hiding something from me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, we are,\u201d she answered without hesitation, then walked to the sofa to retrieve the silver needles Agatha had brought.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The poison was spreading again. No matter how anxious she felt, she could only slow its progress until Alan returned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After another round of acupuncture, Sydney remained at Eliana\u2019s bedside. Julian did not try to pull her away. He stayed with her, reviewing documents while keeping an eye on her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Dusk settled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Someone knocked on the ward door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney was reading an update from the research institute and assumed Marcus had returned from the clinic.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She spoke without looking up. \u201cCome in.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The handle turned. Steady footsteps crossed the room. A tall figure stopped on the opposite side of the bed. \u201cSorry. I only just heard what happened to Eliana. How is she?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The voice halted her breath. It was unexpected, yet instantly familiar.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was not Marcus. It was Caleb.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney lifted her head. Caleb set a bouquet of sunflowers on the bedside table. The moment those clear, calm eyes met hers, his expression faltered. He looked away at once, stiff and uneasy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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