Chapter Seventy-Three

Camilla lay motionless on the hospital bed, her complexion pale but serenely peaceful.

Her body was healing, slowly recuperating from the traumatic ordeal of the fall and the subsequent cesarean surgery she had undergone.

Her head was wrapped in a bandage, and her left hand sought solace within the confines of a protective cast, serving as evidence of the fractures she had gotten from the unfortunate incident.

The room was suffused with the gentle hum of medical machinery, its soothing presence intermingling with the soft hiss of oxygen as it flowed through the delicate nasal cannula placed in her nostrils, offering the vital respiratory support she required.

In the background, a faint voice from the television echoed, as a news reporter reported on the day's events.

However, those words were overshadowed by Alessia's anguished sobs, as she sat by Camilla's bedside.

Known for her deep sensitivity, especially when it came to her beloved daughter, Alessia was overwhelmed by emotions.

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