The next morning, with all her test results cleared, Noreen was discharged. She hadn’t told anyone, hoping to avoid the fuss of having a crowd come to pick her up. She packed her things and went downstairs, planning to grab a taxi straight to the office.
At the entrance, Seth was waiting for someone. An awkward encounter was unavoidable.
His gaze fell on Noreen, but she walked past him without a flicker of acknowledgment, her eyes fixed straight ahead.
“Seth, have you been waiting long?”
Bianca and Yvonne emerged from the hospital just then. At the sound of her voice, Seth looked away from Noreen and went to take the luggage from Yvonne. “Not long. The car’s over there. Can you walk that far?”
“Of course.”
Bianca was in a good mood as she and her mother followed Seth to the car. While Seth loaded their bags into the trunk, Yvonne noticed Noreen standing alone by the curb. She nudged Bianca, gesturing with her chin.
Bianca glanced over, her expression cool and detached. Seeing Noreen all by herself, with no one to pick her up, a barely perceptible smirk touched her lips. Yvonne chuckled softly beside her and whispered, “How pitiful.”
Bianca silently agreed. After seeing how attentive Dylan was yesterday, she had thought he was serious about Noreen. But he couldn’t even be bothered to pick her up from the hospital. So much for that. In the end, Dylan’s heart belonged to someone else; Noreen was just a temporary diversion, nothing more.
Just as she was about to look away, a Rolls-Royce glided to a stop directly in front of Noreen. Bianca froze, confused. The rear door opened, and a cane emerged first, followed by Wade Harcourt.
The expressions on both Bianca’s and Yvonne’s faces changed dramatically.
Noreen was just as surprised. “Mr. Harcourt, what are you doing here?”
“Evelyn told me you were being discharged today, so I came to get you.”


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