Tiffany looked utterly miserable. "He said he had some urgent business to take care of and went back to his hospital. It was bad enough being stuck in this room, but now that he's gone, it literally feels like a prison cell."
So Caspian had returned to his hospital. No wonder he had given me so many instructions when he texted to check on my wrist this morning. But why didn't he mention he was leaving? Given our friendship, I definitely would have seen him off.
Maybe it was an absolute emergency, and he just hadn't had the time to tell me.
Given Tiffany's condition, she still wasn't allowed out of bed. For someone as vibrant and energetic as her, this room really was a prison.
"It's okay, you still have me. I'll come visit you more often," I comforted her.
Tiffany looked up with melodramatic, mournful eyes. "You mean visit me in prison?"
I couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter, and Tiffany quickly joined in, completely abandoning her pitiful act.
"Then you have to come see me all the time, beautiful." Tiffany squeezed my hand, refusing to let go.
"Deal. As long as I'm not slammed, I'll definitely drop by for visitation." I agreed with a smile, then shifted the conversation. "Has Lady Sylvia Thorne been too busy to keep you company lately?"
"I don't want her company. Whenever she comes, she just tries to talk me into going home, and I never want to go back there." The smile on Tiffany's face vanished in an instant.
She clearly had no desire to be around her mother. Just the mention of the Thorne Family tanked her mood, casting a dark, gloomy shadow over her expression. "If I go back, I'll die."




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