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    “I’m fine,” Ruby reassured her, still holding Eileen’s hand. “I’m just not used to the new ward and haven’t been sleeping well. Please don’t bother Dr. White too much; he’s very busy.”


    It was at that moment that Eileen understood Ruby’s difficulty adjusting to her new sleeping environment. “In that case, speak to Dr. White about prescribing something to help you rx. He emphasized how crucial it is for you to get sufficient rest for your health,” Eileen said.


    “Okay,” Ruby agreed with a gentle smile. “Go get some fruit. We can sit and chat.”


    There was an assortment of fruit on the bedside table. Eileen chose Ruby’s favorite and went to wash them.


    Ruby breathed a sigh of relief as she stood by the window, eagerly waiting for Bailee’s arrival to alleviate her anxiety.


    She had been on edge, nearly revealing something to Eileen in her nervous state.


    Looking out the ward window, Ruby spotted the hospital gate. A shiny car pulled up, catching her eye.


    Bailee stepped out of the car, joined by Huey. They engaged in lively conversation as they retrieved two boxes of nutritional supplements from the trunk.


    Bailee carried the boxes into the hospital while Huey drove away after saying goodbye.


    After washing the fruit, Eileen entered the room and noticed Ruby standing by the window, deep in thought.


    “Mom,” she called out.


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    “Oh, you’re back!” Ruby snapped out of her thoughts, returning to the bed to chat with Eileen, smiling. “How have things been between you and Hueytely?” Ruby asked.


    Before entering the ward, Eileen had anticipated Ruby’s inquiry about her rtionship with Huey and had already crafted her response. “He’s rather young for me. I don’t believe it’s suitable for us to be involved romantically.”


    Ruby’s expression darkened. “Why would you say that? Didn’t he get injured to save you? Weren’t you two on good terms before? Tell me the truth. Is it because…?”


    Her voice trailed off, and the ward fell silent.


    Confused, Eileen asked, “Because of what?”


    “Nothing,” Ruby replied. “I’m just worried about you. Let’s have some fruit?”


    Despite Eileen refraining from further probing, she couldn’t overlook Ruby’s palpable concern.


    Compelled to reassure Ruby, Eileen said, “Don’t worry, I’m giving it my all. If there’s even a slight chance, I’ll pursue it. But we shouldn’t rush. If being with him isn’t the right path for me, I can’t force it.”


    Ruby smiled and stayed silent. Shortly after, Bailee entered the room.


    “Ma’am, Eileen, sorry for beingte,” Bailee apologized as she ced the nutritional supplements on the bedside table.


    Ruby looked at her and asked, “Did you buy the supplements?”


    “A friend asked me to bring these as a kind gesture,” Bailee replied.


    Ruby maintained a neutral expression as she advised, “It’s best not to ept gifts from others without a valid reason. Remember to conduct yourself appropriately.”


    Ruby’s words didn’t seem out of ce, as she had often shared such lessons with Eileen and Bailee.


    Bailee leaned in for a hug, but Ruby gently declined.


    The ward was peaceful as the three engaged in pleasant conversation andter took a nap after lunch.


    Later in the afternoon, Eileen went to the rkson family’s house to tutor, leaving Bailee in the ward with Ruby.


    “Bailee, not young anymore? Have you ever considered…?” Ruby suddenly brought up the topic.


    Taken aback, Bailee quickly replied, “No, Mom. Are you trying to pressure me into marriage? Even Eileen isn’t married yet. No need to worry about me now.”


    “Why not? My time is limited. It would mean a great deal to me to see you get married. Both you and Eileen should settle down soon,” Ruby said.


    After a brief moment of reflection, she added, “I’ll have someone search for a suitable match for youter.”


    Bailee somehow felt reluctant. She said, “I don’t need that. You can just focus on taking care of yourself.”


    Sensing Ruby’s persistence, Bailee quickly excused herself. “I’ll go buy fruit for you.”


    Inside the hospital room, Ruby’s expression grew somber.


    Eileen was surprised to find Bryan at the rkson family’s house.


    Seated on the couch, Bryan basked in the afternoon sunlight pouring in through the French window.


    With aposed demeanor, his eyes casually scanned over Eileen as she entered the room.


    As Eileen arrived, Han promptly stood up. “Ms. Curtis, Aaron is waiting for you upstairs. You can go there now. I’ll discuss some work matters with Mr. Dawson.”


    After a brief moment of thought, Eileen greeted Bryan.


    He acknowledged her with a nod, rising from his seat and putting out his cigarette. He nced towards the stairs and said, “You can head upstairs now.”


    Eileen replied, then smiled at Han. “I’ll go upstairs now.”


    With that, she turned and made her way up the stairs, clutching a stack of documents. At the corner, she nced back downstairs.


    Bryan and Han were deeply absorbed in their business discussion. Bryan’s indifference felt chilling.


    Bryan had made no effort to see her for days, and his apparent disinterest was clear.


    Would their rtionship really end like this?


    “Ms. Curtis!” Aaron called out.


    Eileen hurried over, noticing that the door to the study had been left open. It looked like Aaron had been waiting for her arrival for a while.


    “Let’s begin.” Collecting herself, Eileenid down the files and started the tutoring session.


    Han ced great importance on Aaron’s education, as evidenced by the expansive library that covered almost one hundred square meters, filled with resources for various grade levels.


    Eileen realized that she had forgotten a file. During the twenty-minute break, she ventured into the library in search of a simr book.


    Countless shelves were filled with a wide array of books. The narrow space between the shelves barely allowed for a person to pass through.


    As Eileen neared the end of one shelf, she noticed Bryan deeply engrossed in reading a book about advanced mathematics.


    “Mr. Dawson?” she called out, furrowing her brow and stopping a short distance away from him. “You’re still here?”


    Bryan raised his gaze slightly, returning the book to its ce on the shelf.


    “Mr. rkson invited me to dinner. I’m just here to kill some time,” he said.


    Although it was almost time for dinner, Eileen hadn’t nned on staying for dinner. Her intention was to leave once she finished the tutoring session.


    “I see,” she replied, turning to continue her search for the book. However, she found herself oddly distracted.


    Bryan’s deep gaze fixated on her through the cracks in the bookshelf.


    Her lips glowed with a glossy red hue, and her figure radiated a captivating charm.


    The golden rays of the setting sun gently kissed her loose ponytail, lending her a youthful aura.


    After a while, Bryan approached the end of the bookshelf where Eileen stood. “What book are you looking for?” he asked.


    “The one about chemistry theory,” Eileen replied.


    Bryan moved to another row of shelves. His voice, clear and pleasant, reached her ears. “Here.”


    Eileen approached Bryan, studying him as he scanned the bookshelf with his gaze.


    “Mr. Dawson, what are your ns after your grandmother’s birthday party? Should I prepare another divorce agreement for you?” Eileen asked softly.


    Her words reverberated in the quiet library.


    Bryan contemted for a moment before he replied, “Alright.”


    Eileen responded, then a weighty silence enveloped them.


    Bryan didn’t nce around to search for the book; instead, his gaze remained steadily focused on a distant point. After a long silence, he suddenly asked, “Considering you won’t be able to get money from me in the future, what are your ns?”


    His casual questionnded like a heavy blow to her heart.


    Swallowing hard, Eileen replied, “I don’t really know.”


    Just as she finished speaking, a book suddenly appeared in front of her—the very one she had been searching for.


    Taking it, she said, “Thank you, Mr. Dawson. I should head back.”


    With that, she turned and quickly left the library.


    Sitting at Aaron’s desk, shemenced the lesson, wrapping it up in less than ten minutes. “I’ll send you a couple of questions on this theory for further discussion. I’ll leave now.”


    “Ms. Curtis, my father invited you to join us for dinner,” Aaron hurriedly said.


    After a moment’s pause, Eileen responded, “I’m sorry, but I have something to deal withter. Please extend my gratitude to your father.”


    With her bag in hand, she left hastily.


    As she walked out the front door, the emotions inside her finally overwhelmed her.


    She came to the realization that Bryan would never be exclusively hers again.


    Even if she wished for any closeness with him, she would require his consent. He wouldn’t activelye to her in the future, regardless of whether she sought money from him or not.


    The turmoil of her crumbling rtionship with Bryan overshadowed the impending storm.


    The end of their rtionship felt inevitable.


    When Eileen got home, she opted to immerse herself in the dark, forsaking the sce of light, and drifted off to sleep on the sofa.


    Throughout the night, the cold breeze seeping through the partially open window made her shiver uncontrobly.


    Despite getting a cold, she pushed through the difort and headed to thepany in the morning.


    There were only two days left before Ste’s birthday party. Eileen noticed Bryan had arrived earlier than usual today.


    She also noticed Vivian’s bag on the secretary’s desk outside his office, indicating Bryan and Vivian had arrived together.


    As Eileen made her way to her office, she couldn’t help but catch snippets of the employees’ excited chatter.


    The atmosphere hummed with anticipation, suggesting that people were probably aware of Ste’s n to announce Bryan and Vivian’s uing marriage at the birthday party. Eileen, however, had a somber mood.


    Judie also seemed upset today.


    With only ten days left until the end of the month, she appeared torn about whether to resign or not.


    As Judie wrestled with uncertainty, a suddenmotion erupted at the door: Two employees were engaged in animated conversation, with Vivian being the topic of their discussion.


    Judie asked them, “What’s happening?”


    “Don’t you know? Miss Warren is going to marry Mr. Dawson soon. She has finally earned Mr. Dawson’s grandmother’s forgiveness!” one of the employees eximed.


    Stunned, Judie’s initial shock quickly turned into tion. If Bryan was indeed going to marry Vivian, Eileen would be nothing. Eileen would not hold any power over her, and she wouldn’t have to resign because of Eileen. After all, Vivian was going to take control here.


    Judie promptly stood up, grabbed a document, and made her way upstairs to find Vivian. Upon reaching the top floor, Judie found Vivian engaged in casual conversation with a group of female employees in the pantry.


    Seeing Judie approaching her, Vivian just nced at Judie indifferently.


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