Chapter 1790:


    The day after Rhys woke up, Felix suddenly started speaking in two-word phrases. From then on, he insisted on visiting the hospital daily, and he would only settle at night if he was with his mom and dad. Any attempt by others to soothe him would result in crying, so the ward was filled withughter each day.


    Previously, Rhys had felt a twinge of jealousy over Felix’s time with Harlee, often seeking moments alone with his wife. Now, the roles were reversed.


    Harlee couldn’t help feeling jealous. Felix had developed a special bond with Rhys. If Felix refused to eat, a few words from Rhys would have him eating obediently. If he was fussy and wouldn’t sleep, just Rhys’ presence would calm him, and he’d drift off, as clingy as a ko.


    Watching Rhys and Felix y with toys on the hospital bed while she sat on the sofa, Harlee felt a mix of joy and envy at their connection.


    Rhys raised an eyebrow at Harlee, his expression teasing as he reveled in their son’s preference for him.


    Since his brush with death, Rhys had adopted a more yful demeanor, shedding the stern facade of a sessful businessman from his old days. It was a side of him that only Harlee got to see. Had he not maintained his usual serious demeanor around Patrick and the others, Harlee might have thought something supernatural was at y.


    “Childish,” Harlee muttered, rolling her eyes at Rhys as she returned her focus to the tasks at hand.


    She was meticulously nning the restructure of the Twilight organization. Her strategy involved splitting the group into two factions: one would remain in the country to maintain their base, while the other would disperse internationally to prevent any future threats from reaching her loved ones. The safety of her family and friends was paramount.


    Another week went by, and Rhys’ physical condition had improved significantly. Despite this, Harlee, still cautious, insisted he remain in the hospital for another two days. However, her insistence was partly a guise to finalize pressing matters within the Twilight organization. Once Rhys was discharged, she knew she would need to set aside her work to apany him on the carefree travels he had nned.


    Rhys initially resisted the extended stay, but when he saw the exhaustion evident in Harlee’s eyes, he relented.


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    It wasn’t until Serena shared the extent of Harlee’s ordeal over the past months—her constant anxiety, her tears, her near breakdown—that Rhys truly understood the depth of her struggles.


    Filled with a profound sense of empathy and love, Rhys decided to prepare a surprise for Harlee on the day of his discharge to help her unwind and genuinely rx.


    On the day of his discharge, Rhys sent Harlee out under the pretense of buying flowers. When she returned and pushed open the door to the ward, she was greeted by a roomvishly decorated with pink roses and romantic touches everywhere. At that moment, Harlee realized the errand had been just an excuse to set up the surprise.


    Members of the Twilight organization filed into the room one by one, each carrying flowers and wearing joyful expressions.


    “Mr. Green, Harlee, we wish you happiness and a long life together,” they said in unison.


    As the well-wishers flowed in, not only members of Twilight but also familiar faces from Harlee’s past appeared.


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