Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 906

"Ely, let's talk about something happy. I'll be stuck on bed rest for the next couple of days, so I plan to sleep a lot. But I also want a massive comfort food feast."

"This kind of procedure doesn't really have dietary restrictions like stomach surgery, right? I just need to get my strength back..."

"So, I want a huge feast. Maybe some BBQ ribs and mac and cheese. I definitely didn't eat enough last time..."

Amara rambled on, trying to distract herself. Elysia couldn't help but smile. "Alright, alright, BBQ ribs it is."

"You can stay tucked in bed, and I'll set up a tray right over your lap. I'll pull up a chair and wait on you hand and foot, how does that sound?"

"Let the record show, you're the only person I'd ever do this for. I don't cook, and I definitely don't serve people in bed. You should feel incredibly honored."

Amara let out a genuine, teary laugh.

She knew Elysia was working hard to lift her spirits, and she desperately wanted to shake off the crushing gloom.

As they sat chatting, Amara's phone buzzed. It was Larry Sullivan, asking which hospital she was at.

Amara didn't think much of it—there was no harm in him knowing—so she gave him the address, assuming he was just checking in.

To her absolute shock, ten minutes later, Larry strode into the crowded corridor. His commanding gaze swept over the waiting area until he spotted her.

Amara immediately stood up. "Dad!"

Hearing her voice, Larry walked over. His eyes flicked briefly to her slight bump before meeting her gaze. "Are you in line? How many people are ahead of you?"

"Just two or three," she replied. "It shouldn't be much longer. They have multiple operating rooms running."

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