The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 855

If he and Wynne hadn't fallen apart, the joy Ryder Powell was basking in right now would have belonged to him.

Winona and the others walked right past without ever noticing Sylvan, laughing together as they exited the hospital.

Sylvan's chest tightened even more.

Leaning heavily on his assistant, he went in for his check-up and picked up his medication. Seeing the other patients surrounded by doting relatives only deepened his misery. He had children of his own, yet here he was—a sick, lonely old man with no one to care for him.

His assistant dropped him off at home. Sylvan lay alone in his massive bed.

The maid brought in some snacks and a glass of water. The pastries were overly sweet. The water was scalding hot. Everything was wrong.

He had explicitly told her he couldn't eat excessive sugar, yet she continuously brought him sweets, citing her "bad memory" whenever he scolded her. At the end of the day, she was just an employee; she didn't genuinely care about his well-being.

If his marriage to Wynne hadn't imploded, he would be meticulously cared for right now. The household would be running perfectly.

His phone buzzed. It was Candida.

Usually, he would ignore it. But sickness makes people vulnerable. He answered the call.

Half an hour later, Candida arrived. She brought a fragrant, slow-cooked soup, accompanied by refreshing, lightly seasoned side dishes. The meat was boiled paper-thin and salted perfectly—flavorful yet light, exactly what his irritated stomach needed.

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