The question hung in the air, unanswered.
Seth arrived that evening. Yvonne tried to give them some space, but Bianca clung to her hand, refusing to let her leave. With a sigh, Yvonne told Seth to go home and get some rest, saying she would stay and look after Bianca.
Noreen, after finishing her IV drip, felt cooped up and decided to go for a walk. She had sent Sophia home, insisting she was fine and didn’t need a babysitter. Besides, her extended stay in Glenhaven City had caused a rift between Sophia and her boyfriend. Though Sophia hadn’t said anything, Noreen had overheard them arguing on the phone, threatening to break up.
The hospital grounds were quiet at night, and a cool breeze offered a welcome respite from the stuffy room. Noreen found a bench and spent some time catching up on work, sending instructions to her project team to ensure every last issue from the inspection was addressed.
Just as she finished, a message from Carman Holt popped up, asking if she was sick. Noreen downplayed it, but Carman was persistent, demanding to know which hospital she was in so he could visit. When she hesitated, he threatened to call Sophia. Resigned, Noreen sent him the address. Carman replied that he and Mina would be over soon, explaining that Mina was worried sick and wouldn’t rest until she saw Noreen for herself.
Noreen sighed and headed back to her room. As she reached the entrance of her ward, she nearly collided with Seth, who was walking out. He had been moving quickly but stopped short when he saw her.
Noreen’s gaze slid past him without a flicker of recognition, and she continued walking. Just as they were about to pass each other, he spoke.
“Are you sick?” His voice was flat, devoid of emotion, like a casual inquiry to a stranger.
Noreen ignored him completely, making it clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Her heart remained steady, her mind calm. The only thing she felt was a sense of absurdity. When they were together, he had never shown an ounce of concern. Now that she no longer cared, his sudden attention felt like a joke. Whether his concern was genuine or not, it didn't matter. She didn't need it.



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