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.

been arguing. And now, he was at death's door. Life could be

feel an unexpected

good relationship, they had still been together for nearly 30 years. Maybe there was no love between them, but he

his condition, Sophia had been unable to sleep all night. She'd laid in bed alone, quietly

was how feelings worked. They were complicated, if nothing

there had never been love, when someone you'd spent three decades of your life with was suddenly dying, you'd

at Caleb. "Have

didn't have much time left. He had a

What's the point of eating? I'm dying anyway.

Sophia didn't respond.

"I brought him food earlier.

said after a

at her for a moment. Then, he gave a bitter smile unexpectedly. "I'm

those words

"Caleb!" Her voice

as cruel as you think I