I rang the bell for I wanted to see Zion.


    He clearly disliked me. The moment he saw me, he wore a look of annoyance and didn''t even bother to hide it. Instead, he nced at his phone as if he were too busy to talk. "Hudson, just say what you need. I don''t have time to waste with you," he said.


    "How much longer does Selena need treatment? It''s been almost half a month. Is there really no progress at all? Zion, what''s your purpose in keeping me here?" I expressed my frustration directly.


    "I''m not the doctor. How would I know?" Zion rolled his eyes, clearly impatient.


    To avoid making the atmosphere any colder and fearing that our conversation woulde to aplete standstill, I switched topics. "Who''s handling things at thepany while Selena has been in the hospital?" I raised an eyebrow at Zion, voicing my concern.


    "What does that have to do with you?" Zion responded, puzzled. Then he added, "Don''t worry. I''ll make sure your position as president is still there for you when you get back."


    I was indeed worried about losing my position as president, but there was nothing I could do if they kept me trapped here. If I couldn''t ensure my own freedom, then the title of president wouldn''t matter to me as much.


    "It''s not ideal for Selena to stay in the hospital for so long. The shareholders will start toin. Why don''t you bring her paperwork to the hospital? I can handle it for her. Besides, she''s improving. Maybe she can manage a bit on her own."


    I needed to find a way to engage with the outside world. If I remained oblivious to everything going on outside for too long, I feared I would bepletely out of touch.


    Sometimes, the unknown was a terrifying thing.


    Zion seemed ready to say something else, but then a person suddenly approached and interrupted him.


    "Mr. Cabot, someone wants to see Ms. Norman."


    "Who wants to see Selena?" Zion asked, his expression suddenly turning wary.


    Since I had arrived here, the only person who hade to see Selena was Zion.


    Selena came from a wealthy family, but in many ways, she was also quite unfortunate. Her parents worked abroad, managing their ownpany and business, and rarely checked in on her life.


    Thepany she ran now belonged to her grandfather, but sadly, without even waiting for our wedding, he had passed away just three years after she took over.


    She was practically estranged from her parents. Even when I married Selena, they showed up for the ceremony and left the very next day, only to transfer arge sum of money into our ounts as an apology before flying back.


    Thinking about all this made me feel pity for her.


    Perhaps her tendency to seek affection wasn''t solely due to her personal issues. Maybe theck of attention from her family pushed her to desperately look for care and concern from others.


    The man shook his head, indicating he didn''t recognize the visitor. Zion frowned, turned to me, and took a deep breath, instructing, "Stop that person. I''ll go see who it is in a moment."


    "We can''t stop her. She''s alreadying over."