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s rushed him to the hospital. Every step they took felt like a heavy weight on her chest, each one sinking her deeper into despair.

sconnected from everything that had once held any meaning in her life. The cold, sterile room f

s now lying unconscious, a shell of the man he had been. The weight of

oke through the haze of her thou

ite the distance he tried to maintain. His dark eyes, usually cold and distant, now seemed filled with something else-a quiet determinat

ued, his voice low, measured. "But

still form. "What am I supposed to do, Williams? My f

r cheeks. "And now... the business... it's falling apart. Everything

. His gaze softened, though his usual indifference wa

able strength in his words. "But I know you feel responsible.

ollen from the tears. "I don't know what to

s happening nonetheless. And you can either let it consume you, or you can take a

nderstand, that he didn't know what it felt like to lose everything. But she di

ankruptcy. The creditors are closing in, and I... I don't know how to fix it." Non

you with that," he finally said, his voice firm. "But you have to trust me, Nonna. You have t

everything. Her father, the company, the endless pressure to keep it all together. It wa

ine," she whispered, more to herself th

than his usual coldness. There was a glimmer of compassion, something she hadn't ex

voice softening. "Let me help you. Marry me, Nonna

the gut. She wasn't sure if it was the pressure of the situation or the lingering re

can," Nonna admitted, he

," Williams said gently. "But you d

he wreckage of everything she thought she knew about love, family, and loyalty. She was

e quiet, she tried to find some semblance of clarity. But the truth was, she didn't know what the future held an

t heavy with uncertainty. "What if.

on her shoulder in an unexpected gesture

dread. There was a flicker of hope, but it was small and fragile. She wasn't sure if she could trust W

her voice barely audi

e could see the faintest trace of approval in his eyes.