Chapter 2278


    Chapter 2278


    by ste to consciousness, feeling the warmth of a hand sping hers afort far removed from the


    self embrace she had settled into before drifting off.


    Despite the VIP ward boasting a separate bed for quests, Balfour had abandoned it in the wee hours


    opting instead to hold Ivy’s hand and slumber by her bedside, troubled by her restless sky


    As hy shifted Balfour blinked awake. “Morning, sunshine. Hungry? I could dash down to the doll and


    grab some breakfast”


    by shook her head, her appetite not quite kicking in yet. Her mind was elsewhere, wondering why


    Balfour was even there.


    Dicht Ms. Lewis just fly back in? Shouldn’t you be ying the gracious host?”


    She’s a guest sure, and I’ve done my bit. But youe first. Grandma and Grandpa are there she’ll be


    just fine” by’s heart tangled with mixed feelings, unable to grasp why, just when she had resolved to


    stop pining for Balfour, he had swooped in with such tenderness and swayed her resolve. Balfour had


    not overthought it. Ever since a conversation with rast night, he figured he ought to spend more


    time with Ivy.


    He had brought his work to the hospital, ensuring he was by her side 24/7, save for the asional food


    run.


    “I came in such a hurry yesterday; I totally spaced on arranging your meals. You love Althea’s cooking,


    right? I’ll swing by the house tonight and have her whip up something special. Starting tomorrow,


    Quinton can deliver your meals three times a day.”


    Ivy’s brow creased with worry. Was she bing a burden?


    “Yourpany needs you, Balfour. I’m nearly back on my feet. You don’t have to stick around here.”


    Without even looking up, Balfour continued to fill her te with food.


    “Thepany’s fine. Priorities, Ivy. You’re top of the list right now.”


    Hearing those words warmed Ivy from the inside out. She mattered to him more than she had ever


    hoped.


    *Just as long as it’s no trouble for you.”


    Post-breakfast, Ivy rested in bed, asionally thumbing through a book to pass the time.


    Across the room, Balfour worked, keeping an eagle eye on her, ready to tend to any difort at a


    moment’s notice.


    A knock on the door broke the morning quietude,


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    Ivy nced at Balfour, curious about who else might visit-Quinton, perhaps, with yet another stack of


    papers for Balfour’s attention)


    “Come in.”


    To Ivy’s surprise, Thalia and Margot sauntered in.


    Ivy and Margot had been rtively close at the set, and when Ivy had been falsely used, Margot


    had stood by her, a gesture Ivy held close to her heart.


    Plus, after her ident, Thalia, Margot’s friend, had be a key witness. Ivy owed more to these


    two than she could express.


    As she struggled to sit up, Balfour was instantly beside her, propping her up with a mountain of pillows


    to ensure herfort while they chatted.


    With the room now a haven of girl talk, Balfour made a show of stepping out to grab some drinks,


    leaving them to their sisterly solidarity.


    The moment he left, Margot’s vivacious spirit rekindled. Flopping down beside Ivy’s bed and taking her


    hand, she bubbled with concern. “Ivy, how’re you holding up? Anything still hurting?”