Ever since the first time Marina accepted a delivery, she insisted on picking up every meal herself. She'd have the food sent to the hospital's main entrance, then head downstairs to collect it personally.
Back in the hospital room, Marina snapped a photo of Marigold sipping her restorative broth and sent it to Jonathan.
Jonathan was at work.
Every day, Marina would send him updates on his mother. Marigold had been hospitalized for ten days now, and in all that time, Niamh hadn't visited her once.
Prescott was busy sorting through paperwork in the office. He couldn't understand why Jonathan looked so grim, even after seeing that his mother was recovering well.
"Hello?" Jonathan broke the silence by dialing a number.
Inside FY Headquarters, Niamh never expected Jonathan to call her—especially not of his own accord.
She answered, but the line was silent.
After a moment, she spoke first. "Jonathan, is there something you need?"
Still, nothing but silence.
Just as Niamh was about to hang up, Jonathan's voice came through, cold as ice. "Do you know what sets you apart from Marina?"
Niamh's heart skipped a beat.
Logic told her to hang up. Emotion kept her listening.
She didn't hang up.
"My mother's been in the hospital for ten days. Marina's been at her side every single day—so much so she's even lost her job. But you haven't shown up once."
Niamh thought he was going to say something else.
"When I was hospitalized after the miscarriage, Marina didn't visit me either, not even once."
"Did you want her to?" Jonathan's calm retort was like a knife, sharp and unrelenting.
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