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.

smiled. "There's too much fruit. If we don't eat it, it'll go bad.

face with concern. "You've been in the hospital for days now. I think

a piece of fruit with a fork. "How could I? You feed me like a pig every day! All I do is take medicine, get injections, and eat. Meals, pastries, fruit-you

off more than a dozen sentences in quick

honestly, you are. You 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 time to rest." Kathryn sighed. "My dad's gone, right?" She was too tired to argue further. Talking

to him about elderly care, and

knows the truth deep down, yet he

and he poured his love into her, convinced that if she took over

firstborn who carried the

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