Just then, her phone rang.


    ncing at the screen, she saw it was Miley calling.


    She bid Dexter farewell and answered the call.


    Meanwhile, after getting into his car, Dexter dialed a number and whispered into the phone, Mr.


    Quimby, everything went smoothly.


    She didnt suspect a thing.


    Later that day, Ste and Miley sat across from each other in a cozy restaurant.


    Miley had learned about Matthews condition from Neville, and her heart ached for Ste.


    She knew how much stress Ste had been under and was genuinely concerned.


    That was why she had invited her out for a meal-hoping to provide somefort and support.


    As soon as they ced their orders, Miley couldnt contain her curiosity any longer.


    She leaned forward, her eyes filled with concern, and asked softly, Ste, I heard from Neville about Matthew.


    How is he doing? Neville is really anxious and is even searching for specialists who might be able to help.


    Ste felt a rush of gratitude at Mileys genuine care, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.


    She took a deep breath and said, Thank you, Miley. And please thank Neville, too.


    It means so much to know you both care about us.


    Matthew.


    his condition isplicated.


    Cordell found a blood clot in his brain thats pressing on his nerves, which caused the memory loss.


    He says Matthew needs surgery, but.


    its risky.


    Hearing this, Mileys expression softened with sympathy.


    She reached out and lightly scolded, her tone filled with affection, You silly girl, why are you carrying all of this on your own? Of course, I hope Matthew regains his memory soon, but look at yourself! Youve been so worried about him that youre losing weight.


    It breaks my heart to see you like this.


    Hearing Mileys heartfelt words, Ste felt even more moved.


    Her eyes misted over once again, but she quickly blinked back her tears.


    With a soft smile, she said, Im fine, Miley.


    As long as he gets better, Ill do whatever it takes.


    At that moment, the waiter arrived, cing their dishes on the table.


    Miley seized the opportunity to shift the conversation to something lighter. She shed a warm smile and said, Lets not dwell on those worries for now.


    Try this dish-its absolutely delicious.


    This restaurant just opened recently.


    Neville and I came here on opening day, and after trying the food, I immediately thought of you.


    I knew I had to bring you here to taste it.


    The enticing aroma of the food quickly captured Stes attention, providing a wee distraction from her troubles.


    She picked up a piece with her fork, tasted it, and her lips curled into a genuine smile.


    Its really good, she admitted.


    Then, as if recalling something, her eyes sparkled with a yful glint.


    She turned to Miley and began talking about her and Neville.


    Ste leaned in, her voice tinged with curiosity.


    Miley, when are you and Neville making it official? Ever since Bertha nodded her approval, it seems like you two have been in your own Little blissful bubble.


    Miley let out a heavy sigh, and her smile slipped away like a shadow at dusk.


    Noticing the sudden shift, Ste pressed further.


    Whats the snag? Is Neville getting cold feet? She remembered his previous aversion to settling down, which stirred a flicker of concern in her. Miley shook her head, her expression one of weary resignation.


    Its not Neville dragging his feet; its his mother whos the fly in the ointment.


    Every time Bertha brings up the wedding, Nevilles mom kicks up a storm.


    Justst week, she nearly pushed Bertha to the brink, hospital-bound.


    Can you believe that? Stes brow furrowed, her tone sharpening with indignation.


    Are you nning to just stand by and let her wreak havoc? If this keeps up, youll never walk down the aisle! Miley offered a rueful smile.


    Were taking it step by step.


    Neville and I have been through tougher times, and wevee out stronger.


    To us, a wedding is just a ceremony; ourmitment doesnt hinge on it.


    Besides, a ring on the finger doesnt spell eternal bliss.


    Realizing her words might have stung Ste, Miley nced her way, spotting a veil of sadness across her friends features.


    With a gentle reassurance, Miley added, Ste, dont lose sleep over Neville and me.


    Weve got this under control.


    And when we do decide to get married, youll be the first to know-just make sure your gift matches the asion! Ste mustered a smile, though it didnt quite reach her eyes.


    I wouldnt dream ofing empty-handed.