Chapter 473

Returning to Falconridge.

Casper had practically transformed his home into a high-tech hospital ward. Besides the regular visits from doctors and nurses, he made it a daily ritual to talk to her. After a goodnight kiss, he would sleep on another single bed in the same room. As long as he could hear her breathing, he felt at peace.

Caroline found out about this a month later. Walking into the room Casper had meticulously prepared for Eliza, seeing the woman lying on the hospital bed as if asleep, her heart was suddenly gripped and then violently dropped. "How could..." she choked up, her eyes welling with tears, "...how could this happen?"

Dillon briefly explained the situation, "Mr. Casper is looking for the best treatment options. Maybe one day, she'll wake up."

"Waking up from a vegetative state?" Caroline shook her head, her eyes filled with sorrow, "What if she never wakes up?"

"Mr. Casper said that if she never wakes up, he will stay with her until he grows old and dies... that day."

That could be decades from now. In the long journey of life, he couldn't imagine how Casper would endure. The only reasons he could

leaving the room, Caroline almost blacked out, nearly falling, but Dillon caught her just in time. "Are you

snapped, pushing him away and sinking into

her a glass of water and handed it over. "Have

fake kindness," Caroline retorted, not in the mood

like a guarding knight. She was most annoyed by his overly solemn facade. Always preaching about the boundaries between master and servant, no marriage, no

he come back

picking him up, he'll probably take him out for a bit before bringing him over," Dillon answered, his hands crossed in front of him, respectful as ever. Caroline glanced at him. He avoided her gaze. Frustrated,

"Yes, ma'am."

hand,

mean, acting like nothing happened? Dillon, are you

like men younger than her. It was a mistake that, something happened between them. For him to

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