Chapter 103
Author: SK Writes
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Leon left the ward only after the nurse assured him, twice, that Mia was resting and that nothing would be done without his consent or hers. He did not trust assurances, but he understood timing. There were things he needed to do personally, and doing them himself kept his hands steady.

He walked out of the hospital into the glare of evening lights, the city still humming as if nothing had fractured inside its walls. His phone vibrated with updates, but he ignored them for the moment and headed toward the nearest high-end pharmacy and medical supply boutique across the street. It was the kind of place families came to buy carefully curated concern: supplements, prenatal kits, recovery aids, things that looked gentle and expensive enough to feel like protection.

Leon pushed the glass door open.

The bell chimed softly.

The place was warm, bright, and curated to the point of sterility. A woman behind the counter glanced up, then looked down again with practiced indifference. Two customer
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