The hospital gardens were filled with common, uninspired blooms, but the lush greenery provided a much-needed sanctuary from the sterile white walls.Steven pushed Scarlett’s wheelchair to the center of the garden, where the sunlight hit the grass in golden pools. He spotted a fallen blossom on the path, picked it up, and gently tucked it behind her ear.He took a few steps back, his eyes softening as he looked at her. Despite the hospital gown and the pallor of her skin, she was breathtaking. "Scarlett," he whispered, his voice thick with a sudden, raw sincerity. "You’re so beautiful."Hearing those words, Scarlett didn't smile. Instead, her eyes welled up, and she began to sob—a quiet, heartbreaking sound that tore through the peaceful afternoon. In a room high above, Scarlett’s father drifted awake to an empty suite. His assistant was likely back at the office, executing his latest round of orders.He glanced at the bedside table and saw a thermal carafe. A small sticky note w
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