As the days passed, Emma's health finally began to recover. The fevers had subsided, and she started to feel her strength returning. Although Jackson remained by her side, urging her to rest a few more days, Emma was determined not to waste any more time. More than anyone, she understood that every moment was an opportunity to get closer to her goal, and she couldn't afford to miss a single chance.
"You should rest a bit longer, Emma," Jackson said, his voice filled with concern. He stood by her bed, his eyes full of deep care as he looked at her. "I know you're eager to get back to work, but your health is still the most important thing."
Emma smiled softly, but there was a resolute gleam in her eyes. "I know, Jackson. But I can't rest forever. There's too much to be done, and I can't let a little fatigue stop me."