The old woman smiled and nodded. "Yes, that’s the right way to think about it. What other people do is their business. We just need to be true to ourselves."
Chloe Reed murmured her assent.
Miles Hawthorne arrived shortly after, gift in hand, and chatted cheerfully with the old woman.
Chloe Reed sat to the side, watching quietly. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, but the doubt in her heart didn’t last long.
’Don’t overthink this.’
’Right now, Miles Hawthorne is the one helping me.’
’If I hurt Miles’s feelings with my suspicions, wouldn’t that do more harm than good?’
’That would make me a real ingrate.’
The old woman’s energy was flagging. After chatting for a bit, she began to look tired.
"Grandma, you should get some rest. Chloe and I are going to take a walk," Miles Hawthorne said, seeing her fatigue.
"Alright."
...
Behind the hospital, there was an artificial lake. On nice days, patients would come out for some fresh air.
But at this hour, there weren’t many people around.
The two of them strolled along the lakeshore. Lights from the shore reflected on the water, which rippled gently, spreading the shimmering glow in circles like shattered gold.
"I feel like you’ve changed a lot lately," Miles Hawthorne said with a smile, glancing at her.
"Really?" Chloe Reed touched her cheek. "Have I gotten even prettier?"

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