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Upon seeing her arrive, the young caretaker immediately waved her over. "Winona, your mother, she..."

Winona's nose stung with unshed tears. The paternity test felt like a lead weight in her pocket, rendering her entirely speechless in this heartbreaking moment.

She hurried over and grasped Sylvia's hand.

Medically speaking, Sylvia should have had a few more months to live. The brutal backlash from the internet must have been too much of a shock for her fragile system. She had lived her whole life as a hardworking, honest woman. Even when she was beaten, her instinct had been to shield her children. She had never faced that level of concentrated malice before.

Through the haze of her fading consciousness, Sylvia heard Winona's name. She fought with every ounce of her dwindling strength to open her eyes, but the effort was in vain.

Her hand blindly grasped at the air until it found a warm, soft hand, instantly gripping it with desperate strength.

Winona couldn't believe how drastically Sylvia had deteriorated in just two days. It was as if she had aged a decade overnight.

A wave of crushing regret washed over her. She never should have sought Sylvia out. She shouldn't have dragged such a kind, innocent woman into her chaotic nightmare.

Sylvia clearly had something she wanted to say. Her lips trembled violently, and her entire body tensed as she struggled to form the words. But it was no use. Her eyes remained vacant, staring lifelessly at the ceiling without reflecting any light.

The doctor standing nearby urged gently, "If you have anything you want to say to her, say it now. These are her final moments."

A suffocating tightness gripped Winona's chest. She held Sylvia's hand tighter, her voice breaking. "Mom, you are the best mother in the whole world. Please don't go. I'm not ready to lose you..."

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