“Doctor… how is my father’s condition?” Aunt Clara’s voice trembled, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at the doctor who had just stepped out of the treatment room.

The doctor drew in a deep breath, his expression grave. “We’ve done everything we can. But if this emotional stress continues, to be honest… it’s very likely he won’t survive.”

Those words froze the entire hospital corridor. Rosemary, standing in the corner hugging herself, staggered. “No… that’s not possible…” she whispered faintly.

“Rose…” Daniel reached for her shoulder. “You heard it yourself—this is all because of the lies you keep holding onto. If you want Grandpa to survive, you should...