When Dominic posed his question, Linsey didn't hesitate for a moment. She addressed him squarely, her voice filled with a quiet resolve. "Dr. Larson, our butler mentioned that you've been the primary specialist managing Collin's rehabilitation."

Dominic responded with a professional nod and a supportive smile. "Yes, that's right. I’ve been overseeing his physical therapy and neurological assessments for a long time."

Linsey drew a deep breath, her eyes shimmering with a mix of lingering anxiety and new-found hope. "Based on your clinical observations over the years, do you truly believe there is a window for his mobility to improve? Is there still a chance for him to walk again?"

Dominic's expression shifted subtly. He kept his tone even, carefully mirroring the cautious narrative he and Collin had maintained. "In cases like Collin’s, there is always a baseline for neuro-regeneration and functional improvement," he admitted. "However, I cannot pinpoint a definitive timeline. In medicine, many variables remain beyond our immediate control."

Hope sparked in Linsey's expression, making her face glow. "Something happened this morning... I accidentally stepped on Collin's foot, and he reacted immediately. He felt it—he actually felt the pressure. Could that be a positive neurological sign? Does it mean the nerves are still active?"

With a reassuring smile, Dominic replied, "Mrs. Riley, the fact that he has sensory perception is indeed a significant marker. It’s also clear how deeply you care about his progress. I promise to continue exploring every advanced therapy available. However..."

Linsey interjected quickly, her voice tinged with sudden concern, "What is it, Doctor? Is there a complication?"

Dominic continued, his gaze softening, "This journey isn't just about clinical treatments; it’s about psychological support. As his partner, your role in his recovery is more vital than any medication I can prescribe."

"Absolutely!" Linsey responded without a second thought, relief flooding her voice. "Whatever it takes—physical therapy assistance, dietary changes, emotional support—I'm here. I’m holding onto the hope that we will see progress, no matter how small."

While Dominic stopped short of promising a full recovery, Linsey clung to the tangible possibility of progress. Observing her closely, Dominic maintained a disciplined poker face.

Since the ordeal of Linsey's kidnapping, it had become glaringly obvious to Dominic just how deeply Collin cared for her. Collin had even privately pondered revealing the truth—that his disability was a strategic facade. Yet, the stakes were too high. The more people who knew the truth, the greater the risk to Collin’s life and the stability of his empire.

"Mrs. Riley, I'd like to ask you a question. It might seem a bit forward, so please feel free to decline if it makes you uncomfortable," Dominic stated unexpectedly, his tone turning grave.

Linsey met his gaze, unbothered. "Go ahead, Dr. Larson."

Dominic's gaze was intense, locked onto her face as if to capture every nuance of her reaction. "What if the current state is permanent? What if Collin can never stand again? What would you do then?"

Linsey paused briefly, but not out of doubt. It was a pause of reflection. Then, she answered with profound conviction, "When I married Collin, his physical condition was never the foundation of my commitment. Throughout our time together, he has shown me nothing but courage and unexpected kindness. He risked everything to save me. No matter what the diagnosis is, I will stand by him. If he remains in that chair, I am prepared to be his strength and his partner for the rest of our lives."

Dominic was visibly moved by her words. In that moment, he finally understood why a man as guarded as Collin Riley held Linsey in such high regard. It wasn't just her beauty; it was her unyielding integrity and selflessness.

After a thoughtful silence, Dominic felt a sudden surge of inspiration. "Mrs. Riley, I have a specific home-based rehabilitation plan that could potentially stimulate Collin's recovery, but it will require immense patience and daily dedication on your part. Without your constant involvement, it won't be effective. Are you willing to take on that burden?"

Linsey's eyes sparkled, her voice earnest and steady. "If there's even a fraction of a chance it could help Collin, I'm ready. Dr. Larson, please, tell me exactly what I need to do."