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Wilfred had been considering visiting Wendy's home. After all, he was effectively one of her attending doctors now.

It wasn't unusual for a doctor to visit a patient's living environment, especially when their condition showed little improvement. But doing so without an invitation felt too forward, and he wasn't comfortable overstepping that boundary. After hearing this, Karina nodded in agreement, then sighed again. "Forget it for now. At least she's here for the time being. We'll just have to keep a closer eye on her."

Following that, Karina began visiting the rehabilitation center regularly. Each time she went, she would bring something for Wendy.

Over time, Wendy's attitude toward her softened, even though she still often greeted Karina with sarcastic remarks. At least now, the hostility had eased somewhat.

*

One day, Karina set off for another visit, carrying a bag of fresh oranges that Wendy liked.

She had gone to great lengths to pick out the best ones-big, plump, and perfectly ripe. Thinking about Wendy's possible reaction to the thoughtful gesture gave Karina a boost of energy, making her steps feel lighter. But as she approached Wendy's room, she heard shouting from inside.

act like this? How many times have I told you to take good care of your brother? Everything I say just goes in one ear and out the other, doesn't it?" The voice

Karina's

words cutting deeper and more viciously, until Karina couldn't bear it any longer. She

the wall,

to one of annoyance. "Who are you? Barging in here without

brushed imaginary dust off her coat

Karina was inside, she could finally see the woman clearly. Wendy's mother was dressed like a

with bold red lipstick, a sharp bob, and a camel-colored coat draped over her shoulders. Her face carried an air of arrogance mixed with impatience,

looking at their own child with such indifference. Karina's opinion of the woman plummeted

but laced with firmness, "since you brought up manners, let me remind you: this is a rehabilitation center, a private space, not a public area. Even in public, there are places where quiet is required-so how is shouting at the top of your lungs

are, speaking to me like that? I'm going to

she introduced herself. "I'm Dr. Karina Norman from the internal medicine department at Central Hospital. Feel