When Stuart heard the suggestion, he was ready to refuse outright.


    It''s not like I''m dying. Why the need for an IV?


    He hated lying in a hospital bed, a needle stuck in his arm, feeling utterly vulnerable.


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    But then he saw Morwenna letting out a relieved sigh, "He’s okay, that''s good. Oh, I gave him an


    anti-inmmatory pill at lunch. Will that affect the IV?"


    "No, it won’t have any impact."


    "Thanks, Dr. Vaughn. Let’s eat dinner now."


    Stuart''s refusal was at the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it back.


    Fletcher breathed a sigh of relief, his hunch was right; having Morwenna around did make Stuart


    comply with the treatment.


    Morwenna pulled out three packed meal sets and handed one each to Stuart and Fletcher.


    Fletcher was bewildered as he opened his—it was the most modest meal set he had ever seen.


    Some Caesar sd, spaghetti and meatballs.


    Internally, he was full ofints, but then he saw Stuart already digging in.


    What?! Since when did Stuart be so easy-going?


    Usually, he was the first to reject anything slightly off his taste, but today he seemed fine with


    everything.


    Stuart shot a warning nce at Fletcher.


    With no choice, Fletcher started eating, albeit reluctantly.


    The food was terrible!


    The sd was tasteless, the spaghetti was mushy, and the meatballs were nothing special.


    Morwenna sat a bit away from them, seemingly enjoying her meal of in spaghetti.


    Fletcher, shocked, stared at Stuart.


    Was she really just eating that?


    The files had said Morwenna was struggling financially, living frugally, but seeing it in person was


    different.


    As Morwenna noticed Fletcher''s gaze, she shifted slightly to block her meal from view.


    She was enjoying her dinner, as she was really hungry today.


    The food at the hospital entrance was too expensive.


    If it wasn''t for the presence of Stuart and Fletcher, she wouldn''t have even bought the spaghetti. It


    was so expensive.


    Stuart nced warningly at Fletcher again.


    Fletcher quickly bowed his head and started digging in, his heart heavy.


    He cursed himself inside his head, "We''re such jerks, ying with the emotions of such a genuine


    girl."


    Morwenna, an orphan just out of high school, struggled so hard yet remained so poor.


    These men, casually spending thousands on trivial things, had never encountered someone who


    couldn’t afford a proper meal.


    She was eating just spaghetti, while they had meat and sd.


    Damn it, Fletcher thought, wanting to give her his money!


    But Stuart remained unmoved. He had seen Morwenna in even tougher times, surviving on just


    bread.


    Mid-meal, Stuart suddenly spoke up, “Those meatballs taste terrible, Morwenna, you take some.”


    Morwenna had carefully chosen foods that Stuart would eat. It must be he didn’t like the taste.


    Used to Stuart’s pickiness, she didn’t think much of it and took two meatballs without a word.


    She took a bite. It was delicious.


    Fletcher, with eyes like a hawk, observed everything.


    Stuart had definitely taken a liking to her, no doubt about it!