Murray couldn't stand it any longer. After seconds of listening, he hung up and promptly switched his phone to airplane mode. Finally, he had some peace.

Walking through the front door, Murray felt his irritation fade as he sighed heavily.

As he went upstairs, for some reason, he found himself drawn to the kitchen instead.

The kitchen was spotless, with all the utensils neatly arranged, conjuring up images of Roseanne bustling around. She used to spend hours making oatmeal. She'd prepare the ingredients the night before, cleaning and soaking them. By the morning, everything would be ready to be cooked with the oats.

He found it all too cumbersome and asked her not to bother, but he'd come home to find a warm, stomach-soothing oatmeal waiting for him every evening.

Eventually, he stopped protesting, contentedly enjoying the food and her affection.

Lost in thought, suddenly, he heard the front door open from the outside.

"Mr. Sherwood?" Sadie greeted. Beverley had sent Sadie over.

After Murray stormed out of the hospital, Beverley, worried about her son being on his own and unable to cope, asked Sadie to keep an eye on him.

gave a quick order. "Sadie, could you make some

in confusion. Oatmeal again? When in the world was Ms. Cole coming

Sadie put on her apron and reluctantly

ready, she took it

face was pale, and even in sleep, his brows furrowed. Sadie gently placed the oatmeal down and returned to the kitchen to clean up before quietly

slept restlessly, feeling a

vein, a liquid flowed in, and gradually, the burning sensation

by

tried calling Murray but no one answered. Worried

she found him burning up with fever, delirious and unable to

immediately contacted the family

how's

ultimately due to his chronic stomach issues. I'll prescribe some medication and have it delivered. Ensure to follow the dosage

his rest, Beverley followed the

an IV drip, as

was setting

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