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    “But rosese with thorns.”


    “Beautiful women should have ‘thorns.’ They need them for protection. I hope you have enough ‘thorns’ to keep yourself safe.”


    She suddenly smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Alright.”


    After their intimate moment in the bathroom, theyy back down on the bed.


    She rested her hands on his abs and asked, “How is Susanna? I haven’t called hertely.”


    “She’s doing well. Our parents are with her in the hospital for her treatment. Joanna is there too, and Phillip is by her side 24/7.”


    Thinking of Phillip, Norah chuckled. “Susanna mentioned that you three grew up together.”


    Sean nodded. “Yes. She used to fly to Ond to visit us whenever she could. Phillip has been by my side since childhood. She wasn’t exaggerating.”


    “That’s wonderful. Childhood friends. No wonder Phillip wants to remain in Glophia.”


    “You don’t need to call him Mr. Dixon. Just call him Phillip like I do.”


    Norah also felt odd calling him Mr. Dixon. “Alright. Where’s Nancy? She hasn’t caused any trouble, has she?”


    Sean embraced her and said, “Phillip mentioned that Silver Boulder Private Hospital hasn’t found a heart donor for Nancy yet. A few days ago, Susanna argued with my parents over Nancy. So, my father is doing everything he can to keep Nancy away from Susanna. My mother is teaching her piano at home, and it’s going well.”


    “As long as Nancy stays out of trouble, it’s fine.”


    Norah’s main concern was that Nancy might negatively impact Susanna’s mood these days. Maintaining a positive emotional state was crucial for Susanna’s treatment.


    “Don’t worry. I’ll ask Phillip to keep an eye on things.”


    At the entrance of Silver Boulder Private Hospital in Glophia, Nancy wore a white and pink dress, looking both delicate and luxurious.


    She fidgeted with the hemline of her dress and said nervously, “Mom, is it alright for me to wear this? It’s Susanna’s dress. She might get upset when she sees me.”


    She bowed her head, feeling a bit self-conscious as her feet shifted ufortably.


    “I shouldn’t have worn this. Never mind, Mom. You should go see Susanna alone. I’ll wait here.”


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