Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 34

That morning, as expected, Beasley didn't show up.

In the spacious, private VIP hospital room, only Dorothy and Vincent were present—apart from a woman in her thirties, the nurse's aide assigned to care for Dorothy.

Willow was pleased that the so-called "dog of a man" had the decency to keep his distance.

"Willa!" Dorothy's eyes lit up as soon as she saw Willow standing at the door.

Vincent noticed and quickly adjusted the head of Dorothy's bed, raising it to a comfortable angle, then tucked a soft pillow behind her back so she could sit up more easily. His careful movements, so gentle and attentive, made it seem as if he were handling something precious and irreplaceable.

The sight tugged at Willow's heart. When her own mother was hospitalized, her father had cared for her in much the same way—never delegating, always present, tending to her every need.

Even as Vincent busied himself, he looked up and smiled kindly at Willow. "Willa, come in. Have a seat."

Willow steadied herself internally, pushing down the wave of bittersweet emotion that threatened to surface, then stepped into the room.

"Dorothy, Mr. Windsor," she greeted them. She handed the brilliant bouquet of carnations she'd brought to the nurse's aide, who took them to arrange in a vase by the window.

Willow moved to Dorothy's side, her voice warm with concern. "How are you feeling today, Dorothy?"

Dorothy smiled. "Much better. The doctor says I just need some rest and I'll be fine. You don't need to worry."

Leaning in, Willow studied her face. Dorothy did look better than last night in the ICU, though she was still a bit pale.

Dorothy glanced at the bright flowers the aide was arranging, her gaze lingering on their vivid color. A gentle warmth flooded her heart. "They're beautiful. Thank you—I love them."

Willow followed her gaze. She'd bought these carnations at the florist that morning. Over the years, she'd given Dorothy flowers on special occasions, but never carnations until now.

It wasn't a calculated gesture—just a heartfelt wish for Dorothy's health and long life.

After the aide left, Vincent went over to the coffee table, carefully brewed two cups of tea, and brought one to Willow. The room filled with the subtle aroma.

"Willa, have some tea. It's good for you in the morning," Vincent said, offering her a cup.

"Thank you, Mr. Windsor." Willow accepted it politely.

Dorothy wanted to speak but didn't quite know where to begin. Only after Willow took a sip of the fragrant tea did Dorothy finally find her voice.

Her first words were an apology. "Willa, I'm sorry."

Willow's eyes flickered. She set her cup down and spoke softly but with conviction. "Dorothy, you have nothing to apologize for. You've never wronged me."

She paused, then added with gentle insistence, "You and Mr. Windsor don't owe me or my father anything. My mother chose to donate her heart and her other organs—she wanted to help those who needed them. So, Dorothy, please don't feel any guilt."