For a brief second, a soft smile tugged at Cecilia's lips. She gave a small nod, her voice steady, yet with a faint warmth beneath it. "Yes… that's what a doctor must always have confidence. If I had allowed fear to guide me back there, Mr. Zakaria would not have survived. Fear is the first enemy to defeat. Once you overcome it, the rest becomes possible."
Her words lingered in the air, and for Mark, they only deepened his respect for her. He realized that whatever she had gone through in the years apart had reshaped her completely. She was no longer someone who needed protection; she was someone who could stand beside him as an equal.
