Caesar's POV
The sterile hospital corridor felt too narrow, too suffocating as I watched Sylvia's slender frame tremble with anxiety. Her typically confident posture had crumbled, replaced by something fragile that awakened every protective instinct within my wolf.
"Doctor, how is my mother doing?" Sylvia's voice wavered as she addressed the physician, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles whitened.
The doctor adjusted his glasses, his expression professional but kind. "Nothing too serious, but she needs to avoid emotional distress and get proper rest. Another collapse would require hospitalization."
"Emotional distress..." Sylvia repeated those words softly, guilt washing over her beautiful features.
"It's my fault," she whispered, her voice breaking. "It's all my fau
