CHAPTER 518: THE COST OF LOVE

The surgical room's cold environment was filled with the faint hum of medical equipment. Bright overhead lights illuminated the room, with shadows on the white tiles and gleaming metal instruments. The walls were lined with medical supplies, and the air carried a sharp antiseptic scent. The room was meticulously organized, with everything in its designated place, ready for the delicate procedure about to take place. Eleanor lay on the operating table, her face a mask of anxious resolve. She was in a hospital gown that was slightly loose around her frail frame, and her thin hair was tucked under a pale blue surgical cap. Her eyes, though tired, held a fierce love for her daughter. Her fingers, clasped together on her chest, fidgeted slightly as she tried to steady her racing heart. Standing beside her was Dr. Harding, a seasoned surgeon with graying hair and a calm demeanor. He wore a crisp white lab coat over his green scrubs, and a mask partially covered his face. He checked the mon