Bound by the love of virgin mother

mured under his breath, his voice uncharacteristically shaken. For a moment, the power

disbelief. "She... she moved," he whispered, his voice tremblin

above a whisper, her words cutt

s, locking onto Jackson,

a far, froze. His disbelief was palpable as he stepped forward. "

." Serena, who had felt the subtle shift first, looks

ted at Jackson, though her eyes remained on Mrs. Bosh. "Perhap

kneeling before her with an expression Serena cannot read. For the first time, the unshakeable Jackson

t could have been imagined. But to Jackson, it's undeniable. He ri

lacks warmth.. Jackson turns to leave, his cold demeanor u

silence as he step forward, stopping him in

calm. "I may not meet your expectations yet, Mr. Bosh, but I intend to.

ends the grand staircase, his footsteps echoing in the vast silence of the mansion. Each step he take

wallowing the room as if time itself has stopped, their eyes d

son's scrutiny. She looks back at Mrs. Bosh, silently vowing to give this wo

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edge of his bed, sitting down with a heaviness that seems to press the air around him. His eyes land on the table n

h through time. A flicker of emotion crosses his face, and his guarded eyes well wi

y sign, that you're still fighting. Today... you gave me that hope." He pauses, his thumb tracing the edge of the frame. "But ple

ry... even if I'm not by your side, I'll always look after you, no matter what."

bond between the past and the present, his emoti

of his mother resting delicately in his hands. The room is silent except

e on the table. Jackson glances at the screen, He exhales sharply, a

just waiting for you!" Taylor's enthusiastic voice bu

y emotion, his tone as cold and clipped as ever.. Without waiting for

e table, stands, and adjusts his jacket. His expression hardens into the mask he wears

w. As he reaches the final step, his eyes shift to the sofa, where Serena and Preston are seated, immersed in convers

tugs at the corner of his lips-a smirk laced with disdain rather than amusement

the corridor. But before he can vanish entirely, Pr

s Mom's procedure. There are a few formalities we need to go through with Ms. Jo

shifting briefly to Serena, who fidgets under the weight of his eye

thout another glance, Jackson strides out of the room...leaving an unspoken tension