The nurse’s words had Estre rising from the bench, “Alright, you get the admission paperwork
started. I’ll go handle the payment.”
“Sure thing,” the nurse replied. “I’ll have the doctor prepare the paperwork, and you can head over to
the billing department.”
Estre had heard that there was a spike in fever cases recently, and after her visit to the hospital, she
was reluctant to return home, fearing she might pass something on to little Isaac. After all, Isaac was
just over a year old, with a fragile immune system.
Once the admission was sorted, the doctor informed Estre that because she had a cold a few days
ago, her high fever now required an injection. Trusting the doctor’s judgment, Estre rolled up her
sleeve for the shot.
Sitting on the couch beside the hospital bed, Estre couldn’t help butment how she
for seemed to have lost her immunity to her hometown’s environment after being away three years.
She had only been back for a short while and had already fallen ill twice.
They say having a child takes a toll on a woman’s health, and Estre was starting to believe it. She
remembered how, before getting married, she had hardly ever been sick.
As she was getting her injection and half-watching TV, the door to the room suddenly swung open.
Estre turned to see Bryce strolling in with a bag full of her personal items. “Thank you, Bryce.”
“No worries.” Bryce said, setting down the bag and then cing several containers of food on the table.
“Come on, let’s eat.”
Bryce had called her earlier to ask where she was, and upon hearing she was at the hospital, Bryce
had dropped everything toe over.
As Bryceid out the meal, Estre shuffled closer, her heart warming at his thoughtfulness. “You
always take such good care of everything.” Bryce was a natural at looking after others. Whoever ended
up as his wife would be living a charmed life.
Sitting down at the table, Bryce gently pushed a stray lock of hair from Estre’s face. “Don’t just focus
on work. Your health is your capital.”
“I know, I know,” Estre reassured him.
Bryce promised, “Once you’re better, I’ll make sure you’re well-nourished.”
He had wanted to ask Estre if having Isaac without telling anyone was worth it, but every time he saw
how much Isaac resembled her and how adorably Isaac called him ‘Daddy,’ Bryce swallowed his
questions.
With her left hand still attached to the IV, Estre took up her fork with her right and looked up at Bryce.
“Stop worrying about me. You should find yourself a wife. Your mom
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ran into me the other day and went on about it, telling me to nudge you in that direction.”
“Don’t even go there,” Bryce groaned. “I’m not rushing to dig my own grave just yet.”
Hearing his response, Estre yfully tapped his head with her fork. Bryce straightened his hair,
feigning annoyance. “Where do you get the strength to hit people when you’re sick? Focus on eating.”
Later, after Estre finished her meal and Bryce had tidied up the room and assured the Dorvold family
that all was well, he stayed with her until past nine in the evening before he finally got up to leave.
Estre had insisted several times that he should go home early to avoid catching her illness, but
Bryce, worried she might feel lonely, didn’t leave until she was almost ready to
rest.
After escorting Bryce to the elevator and watching him step in, Estre turned to head back to her
room; hands in her pockets. That was when she spotted Jason, dressed in a sleek charcoal-gray
leisure suit, approaching her with Thomas chattering away at his side
about some work issue.
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The moment Jason saw Estre, his pace slowed noticeably. It’s either you don’t run into someone at
all, or you bump into them several times in one day.
Thomas, noticing Jason’s sudden change of pace, followed his gaze and brightened up when he saw
Estre walking towards them.