Five Years LaterFive years had passed since the night Isabella Moreau’s world shattered into pieces.Five years of struggle, sleepless nights, scraped-together survival, and relentless determination.Five years of raising her son Ethan alone.Now, Dr. Isabella Moreau stood in Operating Room 3 at St. Catherine Medical Center, her hands steady inside a patient’s open chest. The trauma bay had been absolute chaos thirty minutes earlier, a motorcyclist who lost control on the rain-slicked streets of Valmont City. Multiple fractures. Massive internal bleeding. The kind of case that made lesser surgeons hesitate.But Dr. Isabella Moreau didn’t hesitate.“Clamp,” she said, her voice calm and precise, cutting through the tension in the room.The surgical resident beside her moved quickly, eyes wide with a mix of awe and nerves. Blood pulsed beneath her gloved fingers as she located the source of the hemorrhage. Her movements were efficient, almost elegant, the result of years spent honing he
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