Chapter 674
Chapter 674:
Loretta, though enchanted by Truett’s muddled syllables, shot Wesley a sharp glare at his response.
“You’re speaking of destiny when I’m telling you to have a child? Come on. I pray every single day, yet you won’t marry p>
Wesley, stung by the scolding, held his tongue.
At last, standing close to Gabriela, he leaned down and murmured, “I’ve covered for you again. How are you going to repay me this time p>
Fearing Loretta and Miriam might catch on, Gabriela edged away without answering, choosing silence over risk.
Her timid retreat made Wesley chuckle softly; he let the matter drop, unwilling to push her further.
By afternoon, Loretta and Miriam lingered for dinner, doting on Truett until nightfall, then left at last with heavy hearts.
Wesley left alongside them.
𝘚𝗁𝗮rе y𝘰𝗎𝗋 𝘵𝘩𝘰u𝗴htѕ 𝗼ո.соm
Once the door closed, Farley fixed Gabriela with a serious look. “What exactly is going on between you and Mr. Moss p>
Ken stayed quiet, though his gaze demanded the same answer.
Both men already knew Wesley was Truett’s father, so hearing Truett call him “Dad” hadn’t shocked them.
“We’re together now,” Gabriela admitted at last. She then gave a brief explanation of Wesley’s condition. “Once he goes abroad for treatment and comes back healthy, we’ll get married. Then Truett will finally have a father p>
Farley, who usually respected her choices, couldn’t hold back a piece of hard truth this time. His voice was gentle but firm. “Keeping it from Loretta and the others for now is the right choice. But you must be clear-headed, Gabriela. If Mr. Moss truly can’t be cured, don’t tie yourself to him for life. And don’t go blurting everything out to Loretta in the meantime p>
Though blunt, his words carried undeniable weight.
Gabriela met his gaze, steady but somber. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing p>
If the worst happened—if Wesley never returned alive—she would carry his memory in her heart forever, never taking another husband. But she wouldn’t jeopardize Truett’s entire future, nor give the Moss family a single chance to claim her son.
By early the following morning, Gabriela headed to the county hospital in North Village to seek out Dr. Hobbes—the physician who had performed her surgery the year before—hoping for guidance on transferring the cord blood.
After Truett’s birth, Dr. Hobbes had urged her to preserve the cord blood, and she had agreed without hesitation, paying the full twenty-year storage fee upfront.
Now, looking back, it was the best choice she had ever made.
Once the cord blood was transferred to Okburg Hospital and tested against Wesley’s blood type, the results showed a flawless match.
When the confirmation arrived, Gabriela clutched Wesley tightly, tears of joy streaming down her face.
It felt like the perfect beginning, and in her heart she carried a fierce certainty—he would recover.
In the days that followed, Wesley’s assistant reached out to Dr. Gale in Athea. Given the severity of his condition, Dr. Gale agreed to move him up the line.
Treatment could begin in just two weeks.
As one of the few kept in the loop, Billy took charge of most of the arrangements.
When he discovered Gabriela was the woman Wesley had been concealing that day, the revelation startled him—yet, on reflection, it felt entirely in line with Wesley’s character.
No matter how tangled the path had been, Wesley’s heart had never wavered. From beginning to end, his chosen woman remained Gabriela.
Although the overseas treatment was shrouded in secrecy, no secret could stay buried forever—especially when someone had been tracking Gabriela’s every step.
Across town, Stewart stood before a display table, eyes fixed on the intricate scale model of a deep-sea city.
As Erik finished his report, Stewart idly traced the model’s edges with a fingertip, a faint chuckle escaping him.
Dr. Gale from Athea?
What an amusing coincidence!