That evening, in the hospital room.
Yves had come to check on Hannah and was just about to leave when Lionel walked in.
Yves turned to see Hannah packing her things and laughed loudly. “Well, look who it is! News travels fast. You get admitted this morning, and he shows up tonight.”
Hannah looked up and saw Lionel, breathless and disheveled. Her eyes widened in shock, then flickered with disappointment, and finally settled into a mask of indifference as she went back to packing.
Yves deliberately stood in the doorway, blocking Lionel’s path. He glanced at Lionel’s empty hands and teased, “I always heard Mr. Rosenberg was so caring, bringing three square meals a day, all perfectly balanced. How is it that for our Ms. Green, you show up with nothing?”
Though Hannah wanted to ignore Lionel, she couldn’t help but steal a glance at him.
He really had come empty-handed.
“I thought you were generous to everyone, but it seems your kindness is reserved for just one person,” Yves said, crossing his arms and clicking his tongue. “Not even a bouquet of flowers or a fruit basket. Tsk, tsk. Even if you don’t dote on her, you could at least show some basic courtesy, right?”
Lionel’s gaze darkened. “Move.”
Instead of moving, Yves pressed on. “See that bouquet of lilies on her nightstand? Beautiful, aren’t they? I brought them.”
Only then did Lionel notice the flowers. They were an eyesore.
Hannah stopped what she was doing and looked at Lionel. “Mr. Rosenberg, whatever you have to say can wait until tomorrow. I need to rest.”
Her distant tone and formal words were like daggers to his heart.
“Mr. Rosenberg, Hannah is a patient. She needs her rest,” Yves interjected.
Seeing Lionel try to push past him, Yves raised a hand to block him, his expression hardening. “This is a hospital, not the Rosenberg estate. Please leave.”
Without a word, Lionel shoved his arm aside and stormed into the room.

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