In front of the ICU door, Nicolas stood with a tired and anxious face. He had come several times, but Celine never let him see Calvin. His breathing was heavy when he saw Celine's figure standing at the door, her face cold and her gaze sharp, as if she had set up a high wall that Nico would not be able to cross.

"Celine...," Nico began, his voice hoarse. "I just want to see Calvin, just for a moment... He's... he's my son too."

Celine shook her head softly, her face remaining expressionless. "You're late, Nicolas. Calvin doesn't need you."

"I know I was wrong," Nico said, looking down, trying...