A doctor stepped out, pulling down his mask slightly.
Mr. Lee rushed forward immediately. "Doctor?"
The man gave a small nod. "He is stable now."
A wave of relief spread across Mr. Lee.
"You brought him in at the right time," the doctor continued. "A delay of even a few minutes, and we might not have been able to save him."
Mr. Lee felt chills on his back. He staggered slightly, as if his legs had almost given out beneath him.
The doctor went on, "He has a blockage in his heart. We recommend surgery as soon as possible."
Mr. Lee nodded quickly. "Do whatever is needed."
The doctor gave a reassuring nod before walking away.
For a moment, Mr. Lee stood there in silence. Then he turned, his gaze falling on Mila. When he thought he had doubted her, blamed her, and dismissed her, he felt nothing but guilty. But she still helped his son.
Gratitude filled his heart.
"Miss Mila…" His voice trembled slightly. "I don't know how to thank you."
