L followed the direction Amelie indicated, her gazending on a man in a wheelchair, his hands, feet, and head wrapped in bandages.


    He wore a neck brace, making it difficult for him to turn his head.


    As if noticing them, Dorian turned his gaze toward their direction. The man, who


    had been sitting quietly with nk eyes, suddenly moved slightly.


    The nurse quickly reminded him, "Mr. ke, your injuries are severe. You shouldn''t make any sudden moves, or it could mess with the healing of your bones."


    Dorian struggled to speak, his voice muffled as he tried to gesture for the nurse to push him toward L.


    The nurse assumed he was ufortable and gently said, "If you''re not feeling well sitting here, I can take you back to your room."


    The nurse pushed him forward.


    As they came close to L, their eyes met.


    His eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down his face.


    As the wheelchair passed in front of L, she could hear his choked words. "I was wrong."


    She lowered her gaze, replying to Amelie, "I didn''t think it was Dorian. He might just look a bit like him.


    "Grandma, are you feeling hot? Maybe we should wait in the corridor."


    Amelie patted L''s hand gently and said, "The smell of medicine inside is too strong. Stay here and keep mepany for a while."


    She stayed silent about the moment L recognized Dorian.


    Amelie could see the moment of doubt in L''s eyes, but she was relieved that it wasn''t pity.


    Her precious granddaughter deserved the best.


    As L went to retrieve the test results, she asked the nurse for Dorian''s room number and made her way there.


    She had often imagined what would give her a sense of closure.


    In her mind, Dorian needed to face the consequences of his actions for betraying someone who truly cared for him.


    But when she finally saw him, she felt nothing-no satisfaction, no relief.


    She no longer cared if he was doing good or bad.


    When she entered the room, Dorian tried his best to make his words clear.


    "Li......"


    L nodded. "I was just passing by, so I didn''t bring anything, but I wish you a speedy recovery."


    She felt nothing as she looked at the man''s face, twisted in regret. "I don''t have anything else to say. I''ll be going now."


    But just as she was about to exit the room, she heard him call her name again.


    She didn''t look back.


    As she stepped out of the ward, she caught a glimpse of him. He was tearful and struggling to get up, trying to stop her.


    It reminded her of how she had once


    clumsily tried to hold on to their rtionship, but in the end, those who chose to leave back.


    swrve held


    clonly watch in despair as


    Zara grew closer andet


    until they were together


    leaving no ce for her.


    After returning, L quicklyposed herself and began to focus on the work for


    the crew.


    Soon, Thursday arrived.


    "Tomorrow is L''s birthday party. The Morgan family is hosting it, so many celebrities will be there.


    "Do


    you think I''ll embarrass L?" Teddy seemed even more nervous after trying on the tuxedo.


    Jamie reassured him, "You''re Ms. Hart''s younger brother. No one would dare look down on you."


    Teddy paused before scratching his head. "I was just joking. Who would take that seriously except myself?"


    "I take it seriously," Jamie replied without lifting her head.


    Teddy was momentarily stunned.


    He then raised his hand to press against his chest. "I... felt like


    something was wrong with ml


    heart. It felt like it couldn''t get enough blood suddenly."


    Jamie looked over and said seriously, "Do you want to go for a check-up?"


    "No, no need. Just... uh, I''ll go back and get some rest. I still need to shoot tomorrow during the day."


    After finishing, he quickly left while holding the tuxedo box.


    Jamie muttered to herself, "What a strange kid."