"Is that so?"
Rosalie's grip on the bedsheets tightened even further, yet she maintained her smile. "Yes, why? You don't look like someone short of money. What do you want with this?"
Dominic didn't speak. He just stared at her, his face as still as an ancient well. No one could tell what he was thinking. Finally, he tightened his grip on the ring and said, "Alright, sorry for bothering you."
Rosalie secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Right at that moment, the ward door suddenly opened. Clara pushed the door and walked in. She was stunned to see Dominic inside. "Mr. Jarrett..."
Dominic turned his head, his gaze settling on her face, darkening considerably. "Mm."
Rosalie looked between the two, anxious to say something. But Dominic spoke first. "I have some questions for you. Can we talk in private?"
Clara hesitated. Since he had already put it that way, she couldn't well refuse. "Okay..."
Dominic nodded and walked out of the ward first, his tall and imposing figure leading the way. Clara followed behind, looking petite and delicate in comparison.
Watching them, Rosalie couldn't hold back. "Clara!"
Clara paused and turned around. "What's wrong, sis?"
Rosalie choked on her words, suddenly unable to speak. She clenched her fingers and finally managed a strained smile. "Nothing, just wanted to ask what you want for lunch so I can have your brother-in-law go buy it."
Clara understood and smiled. "It's fine, I'll go buy it downstairs later. You just rest."
Then she walked out, oblivious to how all color drained from Rosalie's face the moment the door clicked shut. Her shoulders slumped weakly as she murmured over and over, "What do I do..."
"..."


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