Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Caleb is depicted as a man driven by urgency and concern as he inquires about Sydney's whereabouts. His conversation with Marcus reveals a strained relationship, with Marcus showing indifference and a hint of disdain toward Caleb. Despite Caleb's hopefulness, Marcus's refusal to provide information deepens Caleb's anxiety, prompting him to hurry through the clinic's corridors, burdened by uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Sydney is engaged in her work with Florence, who is experiencing positive changes in her health due to Sydney's care. Although she tries to remain focused on her patient, a message from Marcus about Caleb's visit introduces a shadow of worry that lingers in her mind. Florence's excitement about her progress brings a moment of lightness to the atmosphere, and Sydney's reassurance reflects her genuine care for her patient. This moment highlights the emotional connection between them, even amidst the tension surrounding Caleb.

Diana's arrival brings a mix of warmth and seriousness as she presents Sydney with a cake, revealing a thoughtful gesture that lightens the mood. However, her announcement about returning to Brimcrest City casts a shadow over the moment. Sydney's reluctance to see Diana leave is palpable, emphasizing the bond they have formed. Diana's offer of support adds a layer of complexity to their relationship, as Sydney grapples with the impending distance between them.

The chapter concludes with an emotional exchange as Sydney offers to walk Diana downstairs, signaling her desire to maintain their connection despite the challenges ahead. This moment encapsulates the themes of support, care, and the bittersweet nature of goodbyes, leaving readers with a sense of unresolved emotions as the characters navigate their intertwined lives. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You** Caleb nodded, his expression a mix of determination and urgency. "Yes.

Do you know where she is?" His voice carried an undercurrent of hope, but it was laced with anxiety. Marcus, however, remained unfazed, his tone cool and detached. "She's already finished work." There was a hint of disdain in his words, a silent acknowledgment that he had never held much goodwill toward Caleb. "And she doesn't have to report her whereabouts to me. How should I know where she went?" The indifference in his voice was palpable, almost as if he relished the power of withholding information.

"Thank you," Caleb replied, offering a terse nod before he hurried off, his heart racing with concern. He felt the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him as he navigated the clinic's corridors, each step echoing his growing unease. Marcus watched him leave, a sense of discomfort settling in his chest. He pulled out his phone, fingers flying over the screen as he sent a quick message to Sydney, hoping to convey the urgency of the situation without alarming her too much. Marcus: [Caleb came to the clinic looking for you. He seemed anxious.

Marcus's message right after she had completed the treatment. Every other day, she made her way to Seraph Villas to provide care for Florence. The food therapy had begun to yield positive results; Florence's spleen and stomach were now functioning much better. Sydney had recently introduced decoctions into the regimen,

your mind? You look preoccupied." "Nothing," Sydney replied, forcing a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "How have you been feeling these last two days? Any new sensations in your legs?" She genuinely cared, wanting to ensure Florence was progressing well. "Yes, yes!" Florence's face lit up with excitement. "Last night, when I woke up, my

infectious, a bright spot in the otherwise tense atmosphere. "Perfectly normal," Sydney reassured her, exhaling softly as relief washed over her. "It means the treatment is working. You might often feel warmth or tingling from now on. It's a good sign-nothing to worry

She approached Sydney, handing her a small cake box. "Mother asked the staff to prepare this for you." "Mother?" Florence chuckled, a playful glint in her eye as she glanced at her daughter. "Weren't you the

pinpoint how Diana had known her preference, but she had always favored cheesecake, a delightful indulgence that Julian used to sneak bites of when he thought

voice, a subtle reminder of the responsibilities that awaited her. For some reason, a pang of reluctance tugged at Sydney's heart. She stood, her resolve wavering. "You're leaving now?" "Yes," Diana replied, her calm demeanor unwavering. "I won't be

the air, a lifeline of support. Sydney felt her reluctance deepen, an ache settling in her chest. She nodded earnestly, determination shining in her eyes. "Alright. Let me walk you downstairs." Florence's needles were still in place, the session not yet ready for conclusion, but the atmosphere felt charged with unspoken emotions. For a moment, Diana seemed taken aback by the