"I did," Gabriel confirmed. "Liliana's current OB-GYN mentioned she has an acquaintance abroad, a specialist at Vercrest Medical Center. Apparently, he has a professional interest in complex cases and was intrigued when he heard about Liliana's situation. He's promised that if we need him, he's willing to bring his expert team here to manage her delivery."
Mrs. Hart's eyes widened in surprise, then filled with joy. "Isn't that wonderful news?" She clasped her hands to her chest, her eyes welling up with tears. "Oh, thank God. Thank God," she choked out. "My Liliana is going to be okay. Gabriel, we are so lucky!"
It felt like a prayer answered at the eleventh hour.
Mrs. Hart didn't question it. She simply believed that the Hart family's ancestors must be watching over them, ensuring her Liliana would have a safe delivery.
The words were spoken without thought, but they struck a chord with Gabriel. A thoughtful, almost cynical look on his face.
"Lucky?" He gave a short, humorless laugh. Gabriel was a businessman. He didn't believe in luck. He believed that behind every seemingly fortunate coincidence, there was a logical, driving force.
His mother's simple exclamation had just confirmed his suspicions. Someone was pulling strings from the shadows.
The answer was almost too obvious.
Gabriel lowered his gaze, his voice calm. "Mom, I have to go out for a bit. For now, don't tell Liliana the whole truth. Just let her know we've contacted a team of specialists, so she can relax."
Mrs. Hart hesitated. "But..."
"Mom," Gabriel interrupted. His eyes were deep, filled with a complex mix of emotions she couldn't decipher. "Liliana has been through enough. For this, at least, let her be happy. Let's not torment her with more worry. I will discuss all the risks with the specialists to ensure there are absolutely no mistakes. If it comes to the worst, if Liliana has complications during labor..."

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