Whenever the family tried to persuade Fidelia to go home, she claimed she was staying as a patient to rest her own body. Seeing her absolute determination, they eventually relented.
Suzanne visited frequently, chatting with Wilfred whenever she had the time.
Yvette and Timothy dropped by regularly, while Vincent, as busy as ever, managed to squeeze in evening visits.
Julius arrived straight from work every single day, checking on his grandfather and spending time with his wife.
Since Stella practically lived at the hospital now, she rarely went home.
Jason popped in when he could, and even Grandma Nadine paid a visit to wish Wilfred well.
"Little Star, you should go home," Wilfred urged one day. "Just come by when it's time for my acupuncture. Look at Julius—he's running to the hospital every day. I'm feeling so much better now. You don't need to hover over me 24/7. We have nurses for that."
He had been in the hospital for a week. After daily acupuncture and Stella's bitter herbal concoctions, his pain had vanished.
He could eat, sleep, and walk around with excellent energy. If he didn't know he had a tumor, he would have sworn he was perfectly healthy.
"You are getting stronger, Grandpa. In three days, I'll perform the surgery. Once I cut that nasty tumor out, you'll be able to eat whatever you want without a care in the world."
She had mentally mapped out her schedule. A week of post-op observation would align perfectly with her planned trip to Port City.
Nina had already messaged her, confirming the arrangements to access the international waters.
Stella had to ensure Wilfred's speedy recovery, so staying at the hospital was the most efficient choice.
She could also see how deeply Julius cared for his grandfather.
Besides, the VIP suite was enormous, with plenty of rooms, making it incredibly convenient. Julius sometimes stayed the night instead of going back to an empty house.
"Don't worry, Little Star. We won't say a word," Wilfred promised warmly. "We've already sworn the rest of the family to secrecy."
This girl was always reminding them to keep her skills quiet, terrified of the hassle it would bring.
Since she valued her privacy, they would respect it.
This granddaughter-in-law was truly beyond compare. She spent every day at the hospital, cooking him special, nutrient-rich meals.
Even his own son wasn't this attentive!
What Wilfred didn't realize was that Stella was aggressively accelerating his recovery so it wouldn't delay her trip to Port City.
Both her grandfathers were equally important; she couldn't afford to neglect either situation.

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