Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 259

Seeing her react that way, Silas couldn't tell if he felt a massive wave of relief or crushing disappointment. A tangled knot of emotions tightened in his chest, leaving him unsure of how to keep the conversation going.

The two stood in silence for a moment before Willow finally spoke. "If there's nothing else, I'll head out now."

Silas didn't try to stop her this time. "I'll drive you."

On the ride back, Willow had already locked her emotions away. He had helped her out of a massive crisis, and right now, he was simply delegating a task to her within the scope of her job—a task that would massively boost her own career.

She had no right to overthink things, nor did she need to. Her only job was to deliver results.

Silas, however, drove in a brooding silence. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had miscalculated somewhere, but he had no idea what he had done wrong.

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Over the next few days, Willow dedicated almost all her time to analyzing the Broad Institute data Silas had given her. Whatever spare time she had was spent at the hospital with Martha Mercer.

Thankfully, Martha was doing well. She hadn't shown any signs of infection or transplant rejection. However, to maintain strict observation protocols, she had to remain in the sterile isolation ward. The timeline varied between 21 and 28 days depending on her recovery speed. Still, compared to the initial terror of the surgery, they had cleared a massive hurdle and could finally breathe a little.

Jade visited a few times during this period, and so did Silas. He dropped by quite frequently, and every single time, he brought an extravagant amount of flowers. Just like his first visit, he didn't just bring arrangements for Martha's room—he sent bouquets to the entire nursing staff on the floor.

After a few visits, Martha grew quite fond of him. She had thought he was incredibly handsome before she even knew who he was, but seeing his attentive nature only skyrocketed her approval. Sometimes, she spent more time chatting with him on the phone than she did with her own daughter.

One afternoon, Silas dropped by the hospital again.

Silas's expression softened slightly. He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a small box, and handed it to her. "Open it."

The box was breathtakingly crafted—a deep rosewood case carved with intricate lotus vines, secured by a smooth, polished brass clasp. Even the packaging screamed old-money luxury.

Willow looked at him, confused. "What is this?"

Silas held her gaze. "You'll see when you open it."

Willow did as he said. The moment the lid popped open, she was completely stunned.