Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 676

When Julian walked into the hospital, Miles stood by the operating room doors, looking like he was carrying the weight of the world. He just shook his head, his face filled with worry and defeat.

The doctor had come out not long before, explaining the situation. In short, Claire was completely blind now. There was no saving her eyesight.

Julian froze, words stuck in his throat.

Watching his boss’s face, Miles felt a surge of panic. He swallowed, fidgeting.

“Boss…”

Julian held up a hand to silence him.

“When Claire is released, take her to the basement at the estate, If she wants to lose her mind, let her go ahead.”

Miles hesitated. “What about Ms. Monroe?”

What about her? There was nothing anyone could do now. Madeline had to wait for a donor, and corneas only came from those who had already passed away. It could take forever—no one could say how long.

The only small mercy was that cornea transplants didn’t require matching. Claire’s corneas would work. Julian’s would too.

The thought was wild.

But right then, Julian honestly would have rather lost his own sight than have Madeline live in darkness.

He didn’t answer. He just walked away.

Back home, Madeline sat on the couch with their two little ones buried in her arms. Both of them were sobbing, their little faces blotchy and tear-stained. The sight tugged at her heart, and her own eyes stung with unshed tears.

“Hey, my darlings, remember what the doctor said? Mommy’s eyes are still getting better. I can’t cry yet. And if you keep this up, Mommy’s going to want to cry too.”

Suddenly, the crying stopped. The silence was immediate and complete. It actually worked.

Madeline couldn’t help a tiny, amused sigh.

“No more crying?”

Oliver pursed his lips, eyes still red and watery, looking so pitiful.

“Does your eye still hurt, Mommy? Does it hurt?” He tried to be brave, but tears still slipped down anyway.

He couldn’t help it, and Madeline reached out, patting blindly until she found his damp cheek. She started wiping away his tears, gentle and patient.

“It doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. Not even a little. But if you keep crying, you’ll make my heart ache. Do you want to make Mommy sad?”

Oliver clapped his hand over his mouth, shoulders still shaking.

“I’m really… I’m really not crying anymore, Mommy.”

Madeline could just picture his little face, pretending to be brave while tears kept sliding down.

She shook her head and gave Noah’s soft hair a gentle ruffle.

“Noah, don’t be sad either, okay? Mommy’s going to be just fine. I promise.”

Noah wrapped his little arms around her.

“We’ll stay with you, Mommy. We’ll help you get better.”

Madeline smiled, holding onto his warmth.

“Okay.”

Noah looked left and right, then frowned, realizing someone was missing.

“Mommy, where’s Daddy? Didn’t he come home with you?”

From the entryway, Julian’s voice drifted in, teasing and fond.

“So you do remember me, huh?”

“Daddy!”

“Daddy!”

Madeline looked toward his voice.

“You’re back.”

Julian took off his suit jacket and handed it to a maid.

“Yes. Have you all had dinner?”

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