Tears streamed down both Nari’s and Jay’s faces as they gazed at each other, their eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and heartbreak.

Slowly, Nari began to rise from the wheelchair, her body trembling with determination.

The officers stood stunned, unsure whether to intervene or remain silent.

Without hesitation, Nari rushed forward and hugged Jay tightly. Her voice broke as she whispered,
“I am so sorry, my child… I didn’t take care of you. But don’t worry… I am here now. Mama’s here.”

Jay’s face lit up with pure happiness as he clung to his mother, holding her close.

Officer Advait sighed, the weight of the situation settling deeper in his chest.

Meanwhile, the doctor stepped closer to Advait, his tone low and serious.
“Officer, can we talk?”

“Yeah, sure,” Advait replied, his expression unreadable.

They moved together toward the doctor’s cabin, away from the scene.

Inside the small room, the doctor began explaining the situation carefully,
“Both of them were given sleeping pills—that’s why they were unconscious. And… the boy has congenital heart disease, CHD. It’s serious, but manageable.”

Officer Dhruv frowned. “That man… must be the one who drugged them.”

Advait’s brows furrowed as he considered the news. “Hmm, but the kid has heart disease? That young?”

The doctor nodded. “Yes. Stress, trauma… even panic can make it worse.”

Dhruv added thoughtfully, “The attack must have put a huge strain on him.”

“True,” the doctor replied softly. “But it’s curable… with the right treatment, he can live a normal life.”

Advait allowed a small sigh of relief. “At least there’s some good news for the mother tonight.” He glanced back toward Nari and Jay. “We’ll let them rest… We have somewhere else to go. Tomorrow, once we uncover the truth about that man… the truth might break them even more.”

Advait stepped closer to Dhruv, his voice low but firm.
“Let’s go, Officer Dhruv.”

Together, they left the cabin, leaving mother and child in a fragile moment of peace.