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,

buzzing with the scent of flowers. The owner sure is generous. Let me find a vase

Yolanda began rummaging through the cupboard for

hospital on short notice the night before, too late for anyone to think about bringing

number, were quite stunning and vibrant, bringing a touch of

lovely. Let me

under the bedside table. Handing

the flowers in her hands, two yellow

said, fresh and beautiful. Every petal exuded vitality, brightening her

Next door.

Remington Dashiell, the flowers

If one looked closely, they would notice that the breakfast on his table was identical to the one next door

a nutritional meal set from a reputable diner not far from the hospital

for one that Remington had specially prepared, with cleaner, more nutritious,

it means she hasn't noticed.

with utmost

Remington, "......"