He told Nora everything, hoping she would finally understand that there was no future between him and Eleanor.
After all, the idea of marrying Eleanor had been his in the first place.
If he truly cared for Eleanor, how could he bear to let her go?
Nora closed her eyes, too tired to reply.
So what if they got married? In the end, it was just Eleanor getting what she wanted, while he was willing to step aside for his childhood friend’s happiness.
“Daniel, do you really think her marriage will make you draw a line with her?” Nora asked one last time, her voice quiet.
Daniel fell silent again.
Nora shut her eyes, refusing to speak further.
The car returned to North Manor.
Daniel carried her inside with such gentleness that anyone watching would have praised his devotion.
Only Nora saw right through it—she felt nothing but his hypocrisy.
She feigned sleep, deciding to keep her head down: eat when hungry, sleep when tired, and visit Payne at the hospital whenever she could.
Payne’s chemotherapy had been going on for a while, and he was looking worse—thin, lethargic, a shadow of his usual self.
Nora often spent whole days at the hospital by his side.
Thankfully, Daniel had already started the stem cell stimulation process for Payne.
Between running the family business nonstop and undergoing the procedures for Payne’s transplant, Daniel was exhausted—his face pale, his spirits low.
During a meeting, he fainted and had to be rushed to the hospital.
By the time Will found out and called Nora, Daniel was already in a hospital room.
She hurried over as fast as she could.
At the entrance, she nearly collided with Will, who was rushing in, drenched in sweat. “I was out on an errand for Mr. Chambers. I only heard about this on my way back—Miss Cooper, please don’t worry, I spoke with the doctor. It’s not too serious.”
Nora’s heart eased a little. “Thank you, Will. I understand.”
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