Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 623

The room was filled with immense joy and overwhelming warmth.

Surrounded by the tearful, smiling faces of their loved ones, Willow wrapped her arms tightly around Silas’s neck, pulling him into a deeply emotional embrace.

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For the next few days, Jocelyn and the rest of the Thorne family stayed in New York, spending quality time with the couple.

Time flew by, and soon it was the evening before their departure.

The night air was calm, bathed in soft moonlight.

Willow sat on a bench in the private courtyard with Jocelyn, the evening breeze gently rustling the leaves. She had been quiet for a long time, her heart heavy with the one secret she had been too terrified to voice.

It was her final hurdle, her deepest fear—that she would somehow ruin the Thorne family’s legacy. She couldn't keep it hidden anymore.

Her hands were clenched in her lap, her knuckles white. Taking a deep, ragged breath, she looked at the kind woman beside her. "Mom," she started, her voice barely a whisper, heavy with anxiety. "There's something I need to tell you. Something I've been hiding."

Jocelyn saw the panic in her eyes and immediately covered Willow's trembling hands with her own. "Take your time, sweetheart. Whatever it is, I'm listening. There's no need to be frightened."

The moonlight reflected the absolute terror in Willow's eyes as she bit her lip and forced the words out. "I... I have a medical condition. It's highly unlikely I will ever be able to have children. I can't give Silas a baby."

She patted Willow’s hand affectionately. "In this life, finding someone who truly understands you, someone who matches your soul and is willing to stand by your side forever—that is a miracle. That is the ultimate blessing. A child is not the price of admission to a marriage. True love and companionship are the only things that matter. The Thorne family doesn't care about archaic rules of succession. All we have ever wanted is for Silas to be happy, healthy, and loved by someone who truly cares for him."

"You are kind, pure, and you love my son fiercely. He is entirely devoted to you. You saved each other. That is more than enough."

Jocelyn pulled the stunned girl into a warm, maternal embrace, rubbing her back soothingly. "I forbid you from ever stressing over this again. It doesn't matter. As long as you and Silas love each other and live happily, nothing else matters. And as long as I am breathing, no one in this family will ever make you feel inadequate for this. You just focus on loving your husband."

Collapsing into Jocelyn's warm embrace, the fortress of insecurity, shame, and fear Willow had built up over the years completely shattered. She sobbed, the hot tears soaking Jocelyn's silk blouse.

She couldn't believe a family this unconditionally loving actually existed—a family that didn't care about her background, her past, or her ability to provide an heir. They just wanted her to be happy.