A faint blush crept up Liliana's cheeks.
An inexplicable wave of irritation washed over her. She pushed Liam away and turned back to Aiden with a smile, resuming their discussion about the award.
The awards ceremony was in two weeks, which gave them plenty of time.
Seated at the dining table, Mr. Hart and Mrs. Hart watched the three young people by the door.
Mrs. Hart couldn't stop smiling. She nudged her husband's arm with her elbow, her face full of gossip. "Who are you rooting for?"
Mr. Hart was slow on the uptake, letting out a confused "Huh?"
He thought she was talking about Liliana winning the award.
He grinned, his voice booming with confidence. "Since Liliana's been nominated, the award is obviously going to our daughter! Is there even a question?"
Mrs. Hart rolled her eyes elegantly. "I can't even talk to you."
Mr. Hart looked at her, bewildered, and it took him a long moment to understand.
He followed her gaze to the trio at the door, paused, and then slapped his forehead in sudden realization.
"Oh, you mean *that*!"
His expression sobered, and he said in a deeper voice, "Let Liliana decide for herself. We shouldn't interfere. She's grown up now. She knows what's best for her, and she has to live with her own choices."
But did she really know?
Mrs. Hart had her doubts.
She sighed helplessly, her heart aching for her daughter. "Oh, my poor Liliana. She had such a smooth life growing up. How did she have to..."
How did she have to stumble so badly when it came to love?
Mrs. Hart couldn't bring herself to say the rest.
She let it go. Her children would have their own fortunes. All they could do was wait and see.
...
Meanwhile, in a hospital abroad.
Inside a VIP room.
*Beep... Beep...*


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