Sebastian leaned in slightly. "Why don't you let him stay for some time? Let this pan out. Who are we to stand in the way of fate?"
Philip let out a slow, measured breath.
Was it fate that Jeffrey ended up here, with her?
Jeffrey had been lost for years, wandering through life as if he were trying to outrun something he didn't understand. But now, here he was, running toward something.
Toward her.
Perhaps it was selfish to hope Joanne could fix him, to believe she held the key to the pieces Jeffrey had lost all those years ago. But Philip also knew the weight of deception, and he feared the day she discovered the truth.
Still… fate had already entangled them.
Philip let the silence stretch between them, weighing Sebastian's words. Finally, he exhaled, his voice low but resolute.
"For her sake, I pray you are right."
He strode toward the hospital room, pausing just before opening the door. A glance through the glass panel stopped him in his tracks.
