128 Worth fighting for

Beatrix and her father stayed behind to look after Abby. As Beatrix gazed at the young woman who had captured her brother's heart, her lips curled into a soft smile. Despite Abby's pale complexion and the fragility of her form, there was an undeniable beauty and grace to her presence.

"She's cute, isn't she?" Beatrix murmured to her father, her voice filled with warmth and admiration.

Her father nodded, his expression thoughtful as he watched Abby sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed. "Yes, she is," he agreed quietly. "And she seems to bring out a different side of Remo."

Beatrix nodded in agreement, her gaze lingering on Abby's serene features. She could see how Abby's calm and gentle demeanor was the perfect match for her brother, who often struggled to express his emotions openly.