"My health has finally improved. All I want now is to see you in a wedding dress soon. Then I can rest easy."
Annie felt as though something exploded inside her head. She stood frozen, fingertips turning cold.
A wedding. Sean and her wedding was no longer happening.
Looking into Irene's hopeful eyes, Annie couldn't bring herself to speak the cruel truth. "We've… we've been preparing."
Her voice was dry and distant as she continued, "Once we pick a date, you'll be the first to know."
Just then, the door to the hospital room opened. Gary walked in carrying a lunch box, breaking the suffocating silence at the right moment. "Mrs. Steward Senior, Ms. Steward."
His arrival pulled Annie out of that unbearable corner she had been pressed into. She rose almost immediately, as if granted a pardon. "Grandma, since Gary is here, I'll get going."
She grabbed her bag, her words coming out in a hurry. "I'm meeting someone for dinner tonight. I won't be able to keep you company."
"Go on, go on." Irene didn't stop Annie.
Irene simply reminded gently, "Drive safely."
Annie nodded in a rush and fled the room.
Watching Annie's hurried retreat, Irene's smile gradually faded, replaced by a quiet, knowing sigh.
Gary set the dishes on the small table and spoke softly, "Mrs. Steward Senior, you—"
"She's all grown up now. She has her own thoughts." Irene cut him off.
She looked toward the window and said slowly, "As long as she's doing well, nothing else matters."
Gary said no more. He knew Irene understood everything.
Annie practically ran out of the hospital. Only after getting into a cab did her pulse finally start to settle. As long as Irene felt at ease, everything else could wait.
She would never allow the tragedy of her past life to happen again.
Sean decided he would be gracious and not hold her previous tantrums against her. "I knew you weren't over me. That's why I came."
He watched her with that lofty, self-satisfied bearing.
Sean was so ridiculous, Annie almost laughed. Was he permanently stuck in his own delusions? She didn't bother arguing. Instead, she took a folded sheet of paper from her bag and tossed it onto the table.
Sean recognized it instantly, and his smile deepened. It was the prescription he had written for Irene. Annie had kept it. So she did appreciate him, after all.
Sure, William had ultimately done the surgery, but the sentiment was what mattered. Annie clearly remembered Sean's kindness.
"These are the things I should've done. After all, we were together for so long. Your grandma is basically my family too," he said.
Annie's stomach churned so hard she nearly gagged. She said with an icy voice, "Sean, I didn't come here to listen to this nonsense."
"I had the prescription reviewed by a specialist. This formula wouldn't help with Grandma's condition at all. In fact, the prescription conflicted with each other. If Grandma had taken it, it would've worsened her heart condition and killed her faster," Annie said.
Sean's smile froze on his lips.

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