Lara Dela Cruz grew up in a small village in Iloilo. After her father passed away and her mother left, she became the sole pillar of her family. One day, Lara received an unexpected offer: to go to England and care for Adrian, the comatose son of a billionaire, in exchange for 5 million pesos.
The night before she left, she hugged her little boy tightly.
“Gab, I’ll be back soon. Be strong, okay?” Lara whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Nanay, I’ll make lots of drawings for you,” the boy replied innocently.
Upon arriving in England, Lara was overwhelmed by the grandeur yet coldness of the mansion. Adrian’s room was silent, filled only with the steady beeping of machines. Each day, Lara bathed him, told him stories, and played soft music. She believed that beneath the still shell, Adrian could still hear.
One evening, while arranging books on the shelf, an old bloodstained envelope fell out. Inside was a shaky message:
“Alina, if you’re reading this… that accident was no accident.”
Lara clutched the letter, her heart pounding. “My God… someone hurt him,” she muttered.
Time passed, and miracles began to unfold. During a late-night shift, Lara gently held Adrian’s hand.
“Can you hear me? Don’t give up…”
His fingers twitched slightly. Tears streamed down Lara’s cheeks. “Adrian, there’s hope for us.”
The good news spread quickly. Adrian opened his eyes, slowly but surely. His father, Charles, clasped Lara’s hands in gratitude:
“My son has come back to life, because of you. From now on, you are not just a nurse—you are family.”
Not long after, Lara was granted a scholarship, a humanitarian visa, and the chance to bring Gab to England. She later founded the Lara Recovery Institute, a place of hope for patients once deemed lost. Together with Adrian and Gab, she built a simple yet love-filled home.
One evening, under the small porch, Adrian gazed at Lara tenderly.
“I don’t remember everything from my past… but your voice, your presence each day—that’s why I wanted to live again.”
Lara smiled, placing her hand over his.
“I never expected to love you, Adrian. But maybe true love always comes from sincerity.”
And from that moment, Lara’s story was no longer just a journey across borders for survival, but a testament that love and faith can create miracles far greater than wealth or power.
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