After two courses of treatment, Cyrus's physical condition had improved significantly.
Although he could only stand on his own for a little over a minute, it was a remarkable improvement from before.
As his body healed, his temper seemed to have mellowed as well.
Once Cyrus was settled back in his wheelchair, Claudia said, "Mr. Grant, I'm moving into my new place next week. Want to come over and play cards?"
Cyrus shot her a sidelong glance. "As expected. You're terrible at it, but you love to play."
Claudia rubbed her hands together awkwardly.
On the weekend, worried about catering to her high-profile guests, Claudia hired a private chef to prepare a multi-course meal.
Peter and Darleen arrived a little early to help out.
Claudia was arranging fruit in the living room when Hugh arrived with his son.
As soon as Hawley Ferguson saw Claudia, he let go of Hugh's hand and threw himself into her arms. "Mommy!"
That single word plunged the room into a strange, awkward silence.
Peter and Darleen exchanged wide-eyed glances.
Eddy was so shocked the apple he was eating fell from his mouth. "Sis, where… where did he come from?"
Claudia's parents were equally stunned.
Their daughter had just had a miscarriage and wasn't even divorced yet, and suddenly she had a child?
Hugh, noticing everyone's horrified expressions, smoothed his suit jacket and addressed Claudia's parents. "My apologies, sir, ma'am. My son has taken Dr. Watkins as his godmother."
"Ohhh…"
A collective sigh of relief filled the room.
"Hawley," Hugh prompted his son, "say hello to Grandma and Grandpa."
Hugh coached him, and Hawley politely repeated each greeting:
"Hello, Grandma. Hello, Grandpa."
"Hello, Uncle."

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