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The moment Dolly heard she needed a needle and a blood draw, she burst into tears. “Mommy, I don’t want to get my blood taken. I’m scared.”Donald pulled Dolly into his arms, gently patting her back as he looked at Angela and Finley. “She’s O-type. Testing her again won’t change that… she’s been through enough already. If it can be avoided, let’s not put her through more.”Angela followed Finley’s judgment.Based on Dolly’s reactions to the medication, Finley assessed that the risk of hemolytic anemia was extremely low, so he did not insist on another blood test.He added, “Skipping blood tests during chemotherapy is fine, but when it comes to surgery, it must be done.”Angela nodded. “Alright. We’ll follow your advice.”Donald said nothing.The surgery would wait until three rounds of chemotherapy were completed.About two months… by then, Angela should be back by his side, right?Some children barely felt nausea during their first round of chemotherapy, but Dolly’s digestive reaction

At Gracewell Hospital.When the caregiver handed Angela the fish stew and the oatmeal, she immediately guessed it was from Leon.She was about to ask the caregiver to return it to him.But Dolly said Zoe’s soup felt a bit too rich, and she wanted to switch things up and try some oatmeal instead.Getting Dolly to eat was the top priority.After a moment’s hesitation, Angela accepted the food container from the caregiver.The oatmeal had protein powder mixed in, giving it a surprisingly good flavor.The fish were simmered so well that there was no trace of fishiness, only a rare, clean freshness.Leon’s cooking did not seem like the kind learned by someone raised in comfort.Yuri had clearly spared no effort when it came to raising him.After a few spoonfuls of oatmeal and some fish, Dolly’s nausea eased considerably, and sleepiness set in.Once Dolly fell asleep, Angela went to the pantry and washed the food container clean.She sliced up two apples and a handful of strawberries and pla

If it had been any other man, Angela would have slapped him without hesitation.But she liked Leon. And his kiss didn’t make her uncomfortable in the slightest.So, she showed him a rare bit of restraint.She jerked her head back, forcing space between them.Her breathing was uneven, and her voice trembled faintly, betraying emotions she had tried hard to keep under control.“Leon, do you even know what you’re doing?!”Their bodies were still pressed tightly together.The egg yolk on Angela’s clothes had just been rinsed off.The damp fabric clung to her skin, and now, to Leon’s exposed chest as well.Leon wasn’t wearing his glasses. His narrow eyelids lowered slightly, his gaze dark and unreadable, hiding something deep beneath the surface.“I know. I’m not running a fever. I’m not drunk. I’m completely sober right now.“Angela… I really like you.”Leon’s voice was gentle and steady, rich with a quiet magnetism.Angela’s heart jolted again.The sudden confession threw her into chaos,

When Angela returned to the ward, only Zoe was with Dolly.She asked, “Where’s Donald?”Zoe replied, “He went out with you. He still hasn’t come back.”Dolly spoke weakly, “I called Daddy just now too, but he didn’t answer.”“Then we won’t take his car. I’ll have the driver bring the van,” Angela said.She didn’t care where Donald had gone. She stayed at the hospital with Zoe a while longer.As they were leaving, she caught sight through the car window of Sunny, who had just been picked up from school by Nathan, as if tugged by invisible threads, Angela’s gaze followed the little girl.When the car turned, she twisted around, pressing to the window to keep looking for Sunny.Only when she could no longer see her did she lower her eyes, a quiet loss settling in.She probably wouldn’t hear that little girl call her Mommy ever again.The sigh deep in her heart was one only she could hear.Back at Rosewood Manor, Angela felt as if she’d stepped into a former life.The buildings hadn’t chan

Donald looked hollowed out, his eyes unfocused, as if all the life had been drained from him.When Zoe stepped out of the children’s room and saw him, she thought she’d seen a ghost and yelped, “Good heavens!”Donald didn’t react at all.The once-crisp shirt now hung wrinkled on him, the collar crooked, like a sheet of paper crushed and left behind.Zoe called out, “Mr. Turner?”Donald only moved to take another drag of his cigarette, still staring blankly at the door of the guest room.Zoe wanted to tell him that Angela wasn’t staying in the guest room at all.She was sleeping with Dolly in the children’s room.But then she thought better of it. Let him suffer a little. He’d been blind for far too long.Back when he defended Nina, he hadn’t shown Angela a shred of mercy.Zoe decided she couldn’t be bothered saying anything more. She quietly brought over two ashtrays and set them down.If he wanted to smoke, let him smoke himself to death.In this house, aside from Angela and the chil