His Unveiled Passion

Inside Caleb's ward, Sophia glanced at Stephen. "Have you eaten yet?"

Stephen shook his head. "I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat even if you're not hungry. You're hurt too. How are you going to heal without food?"

As she spoke, Sophia called Stephen's assistant, Samson. "Bring Stephen some lunch."

"Yes, Mrs. Jacobson," Samson replied.

He had come with Stephen to the hospital yesterday when Tessa got hurt. Since then, he'd also found out about Caleb's poisoning and hospitalization, so Sophia didn't need to say where to deliver it-he already knew.

"Your grandfather's coming back to Rivertown tomorrow afternoon," Sophia said to Stephen.

Stephen gave a quiet hum.

Caleb regained consciousness, but he looked like a shell of his former self-gaunt and hollow-cheeked, with sunken eyes and lips tinged a faint bluish-black.

Sophia looked at him and let out a silent sigh.

now, he was at death's door. Life could be so

thought made her feel

been together for nearly 30 years. Maybe there was no love between them,

that after hearing the doctor explain his condition, Sophia had been unable to sleep all night. She'd laid in bed alone,

feelings worked. They were complicated, if

love, when someone you'd spent three decades of your life with was suddenly dying, you'd have tobe made of stone

at Caleb. "Have

truth. The doctors said he didn't have much time left. He

eating? I'm dying anyway.

Sophia didn't respond.

earlier. He didn't touch

little," Sophia finally said after a long silence. It was

her for a moment. Then, he gave a bitter smile

those words

"Caleb!" Her voice , high-pitched with

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