Pedro watched as Holden walked away before returning to the inpatient ward.

Kathryn was sitting on the hospital bed, phone mirobas in hand, discussing work with Liberty.

Even though she was hospitalized, she remained updated on company affairs. Liberty didn't actually need to consult her on most matters, but she did anyway- Kathryn was still the vice president of the Farrell Group, and Liberty respected that.

Pedro didn't interrupt. Instead, he silently stepped into the small lounge area, opened the mini fridge, and took out the fruits sent by well-wishers. He washed them, cut them into bite-sized pieces, and placed them on disposable forks before carrying the plate back into the room.

Kathryn had just finished her conversation with Liberty when she saw Pedro approach with the fruit plate.

"Didn't I just eat an apple? Now you're giving me more?" she asked.

don't eat it, it'll go bad. We should finish it while

his dark eyes scanning her face with concern.

All I do is take medicine, get injections, and eat. Meals, pastries, fruit-you name it. I barely even get out of bed. And when I do, you get all nervous. The worst injury I have is on my arm-it doesn't

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lost a lot of blood, and your complexion hasn't fully recovered. Once you're discharged, I'll make sure you replenish your strength. You've been working so hard-just take this

Janzen left. I talked to him about elderly care, and he finally calmed down. I think he'll head

knows the truth deep down, yet he still

Shiloh. He believed she was his only daughter, and he poured his love into her, convinced that

his eldest son-the firstborn who carried the Janzen

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