Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Here's the revised translation with cultural and contextual corrections to better suit an American audience:

But her heart didn't flutter in the slightest; she found it rather laughable.

It was too late.

Any attempt at making amends now meant nothing to her.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the hospital room door.

A nurse walked in, her arms filled with several flowers, wearing a broad smile.

"There's a new flower shop that just opened across the street. The owner is doing a promotion and sent over a bunch of free flowers to our ward this morning. Every room gets some. I've got a few for Ms. Gardenia as well."

"Thank you."

"That's a nice surprise. These flowers are quite beautiful."

Yolanda stepped forward to take the flowers as the nurse left. Turning to her roommate, she said,

crowd around the nurses' station when I came back with breakfast. The place was buzzing with the scent of flowers. The owner sure is generous. Let me find a vase for these. You know, our room

this, Yolanda began rummaging through the cupboard for a

been admitted to the hospital on short notice the night before, too late for anyone

though, these flowers, albeit only five in number, were quite stunning and vibrant, bringing a touch of

lovely. Let me wash the

a vase under the bedside table. Handing the flowers to Lizetta, she

at the flowers in her hands, two yellow roses and

vitality, brightening her mood. Lizetta smiled, gently stroking the petals, a

Next door.

Dashiell, the flowers

they would notice that the breakfast on his table was identical to the one

diner not far

one that Remington had specially prepared, with cleaner, more nutritious, and tastier

has put them up, it means she hasn't noticed.

with utmost

Remington, "......"