Chapter 150 Unspoken Reservations

• TIMOTHY POV
• Timothy stood at the entrance of the hospital room, a mixture of emotions churning within him. The sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of medical equipment filled the air, creating a somber atmosphere that weighed heavily on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, before stepping inside.
• His mother, lay in the hospital bed, her frail form propped up by pillows. Her once-vibrant eyes had lost some of their luster, and the lines on her face seemed more pronounced than ever. Despite her weakened state, a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she saw Timothy.