A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 225

Lisette pushed Horatio’s wheelchair over to where Valerian was standing.

“Valerian, how did Callie get in there?”

Confusion was etched on her face. What was Calliope’s deal with Upton? She couldn’t actually come here for Upton, Lisette assumed.

“They said she’s Upton’s guest,” Horatio replied, still trying to wrap his head around it.

Calliope, a guest of Upton? How?

Someone like Upton wasn’t exactly the kind of person Calliope would have access to. Unless… was this somehow connected to Silas? It wasn’t impossible.

“Does that mean we can’t go in?” Lisette asked, frowning.

“Let’s wait a bit,” Valerian said. “Mr. Thorne will have to come out sooner or later. When he does, we’ll get a chance to talk to him.”

Lisette nodded. “That makes sense. Don’t worry, Horatio, Mr. Thorne must know where the Miracle Doctor is. If he came here, that probably means she’s in Capitalton. Your legs will be alright!”

“Okay,” Horatio gave a small nod.

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Meanwhile, inside the hospital room, as soon as Calliope stepped in, Baber came barreling toward her.

“Mommy! You’re finally here! I missed you so much!”

“Baber, look at you! You’ve gotten even bigger! And still as adorable as ever.”

She tousled his hair and scooped him up into her arms.

At only four years old, Baber was the definition of cute - rosy cheeks, and a face that looked like a mini version of Upton’s. But unlike Upton’s cold and distant demeanor, Baber was all warmth and sunshine.

“That’s just because you haven’t seen me in a long time, so you think I’m taller!” Baber huffed, puffing out his little cheeks in mock annoyance. “You didn’t miss me at all, did you?”

“Of course I did!” Calliope tweaked his nose playfully. “I’ve just been busy and I’ve also been looking for a way to help you get better.”

“If it succeeds, yes. But if it fails, the best-case scenario is that he’ll be left with a disability. The worst he might not survive,” Calliope replied.

Upton raised his gaze. “You told me before—if we don’t try, he won’t live past seven.”

Calliope answered, “That’s still true.”

“How certain you are?”

“Eighty percent,” Calliope said after a moment of consideration.

Upton turned to Baber. “Baber, you heard what Calliope said. What do you want to do?”

“I’ve already lived longer than expected. I want to trust Mommy. I want to try.”

Baber rested his chin on his hands as he looked at Calliope. “Mommy, don’t feel stressed, okay? I want to give it a try. Even if something happens to me, it’s not your fault.”