Chapter 287

Keira was a bundle of nerves.
Really, truly anxious.
Over the years, Stuart had seen countless doctors-some of them world- renowned, decorated with prestigious international awards.
But every single one had told her the chances of her son waking up were almost nonexistent. Unless a miracle happened, he would remain as he was.
As a mother, Keira clung desperately to the hope that, one day, her son might open his eyes again.
Caitlin spoke up, her voice steady. “The reason my dad’s in a coma is mostly because of brain trauma. After his surgery, there was a window where he might have woken up. But he had mild hypertension, and with the severity of the brain damage, even a minor hemorrhage was enough to tip him into a coma.”
Keira’s brow furrowed deeply as she listened her face clouded with worry.
Was her granddaughter implying that her son would never wake up?
But before despair could settle, Caitlin’s next words made Keira’s heart leap. “But don’t worry, Grandma. I’m about seventy percent sure I can bring Dad back.”
Hannah’s eyes widened in delight. “Are you serious, Freya? You really think you can wake your father?”
Stuart wasn’t her biological son, but he was her son-in-law-the man her daughter had married, the father of her granddaughter. As family, Hannah’s hopes were one with Keira’s.
She wanted nothing more than for Stuart to come back to them.
And maybe, with one more person back in the world, they’d have a better chance at finding Carey.
“It’s true,” Caitlin nodded, calm and confident.
Ann, however, was unable to hide the scorn in her eyes.
As expected-a naïve country bumpkin, making wild claims.
Stuart had lain in that bed for nineteen years. He’d been seen by more specialists than she could count. If he were ever going to wake up, it would’ve happened by
now.
And Caitlin-just a green, barely grown girl-what did she know about medicine? The idea was laughable.
Amanda and Gavin exchanged a glance, both catching the same look of derision in each other’s eyes.
Of course they were skeptical.
Their own investigations had told them everything they needed to know: Caitlin was a high school dropout, a nobody.
If she was unique in any way, it was in her history-she’d already been divorced.
What sort of respectable family raised a child who divorced? Divorce, to them, was tantamount to being secondhand goods.
“Oh, this is wonderful, just wonderful!” Keira was nearly beside herself with joy. She grabbed Stuart’s limp hand and squeezed it tight. “Stuart, did you hear that? Freya says you’ll wake up! You’re really coming back to us!” Follow current novels on
By the end, Keira was in tears-tears of joy.
This truly was a blessing upon blessing.
She trusted her granddaughter completely, without the faintest shadow of doubt. So when Freya said she could help her son, Keira believed her with all her heart.
Hannah turned to Caitlin. “Freya, do you know about when your dad might wake up?”
Keira, eager for any hope, glanced back at her granddaughter, waiting for her
answer.
The uncles and aunts of the Richards family leaned in as well, anticipation written all over their faces.
Caitlin replied, “At the earliest, six months. At the latest, a year.”
Six months to a year?
Ann nearly burst out laughing.
If Caitlin was truly some miracle worker, why would it take a whole year to see results?
Obviously, she was just buying time. When a year passed and Stuart still wasn’t awake, she’d just come up with a new excuse.
Ann had seen this sort of charlatan act before.
And yet, Keira and Hannah—and the rest of the Richards family didn’t show even a hint of doubt.
Unbelievable!
Then Caitlin added, “One more thing, Grandma-l practice traditional medicine, and some of its principles run contrary to modern medicine. If Dad is going to undergo my treatment, he can’t also be receiving modern medical care at the same time.”