Stella was helped to her feet by a maid, still wanting to argue, but Hogan raised his hand to stop her.

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Stella froze, her gaze shifting to the smartphone in Hogan's hand, her face paling.

Back in the hospital room, Hogan poured Lizetta a glass of water, noticing the slight redness around her eyes.

"You're still in your postpartum recovery. You shouldn't be crying," he gently admonished.

Lizetta took a sip of water, "I know, brother. I'll try to control it."

Hogan didn't press further, instead steering the conversation to lighter topics. He mentioned Dories and the possibility of going abroad, asking Lizetta about her future plans.

world tour and returned to

her dance videos

and looking forward to the day she would join him

her studies abroad once the baby was a bit older. But now, with the sudden loss, she found it hard to even

Your stage is out there waiting. If you decide, I'll help you make arrangements..." He spoke with

you, brother. I'll

her heart wasn't in it. She felt as if her Daisy was still here. Leaving Zion City meant leaving every trace of her baby behind. Hogan,

up, his eyes hidden behind the reflection on his glasses, wanting to ask if her

before he could, Lizetta

like to transfer to your hospital. Are

longer wanted to stay in this hospital, with the Wests and

you," Hogan said, handing her the peeled lychee, a

"Thank you, brother. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to transfer as

and quickly left with his phone. He returned shortly

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