"Please, don't give up on my daughter! I'm begging you!" Stella cried, clutching the doctor's sleeve, her face soaked with tears. Hyland Riley watched, his heart aching, and pulled Stella into his arms, trying to comfort her.
The doctor sighed deeply. In their line of work, they had grown accustomed to life and death, but witnessing the grief of loved ones was always hard to bear. "It's not that we don't want to save her. The child is so young and has suffered too much damage in the womb. If Mr. Orlando were still alive, there might be a glimmer of hope for her, but..."
"Mr. Orlando?" A sense of dread washed over Hyland Riley.
"The old gentleman from the Foster family pharmaceuticals. He once saved a child in a similar situation. Unfortunately, he's no longer with us. If only he were here, perhaps he could..."
The doctor trailed off, knowing it was pointless to dwell on what could have been since Mr. Orlando had passed away.
