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Chapter 68: What Kind Of Things

At the hospital, Stefan stood near the nurse’s station, adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder. The discharge papers were finally signed, and he was cleared to go home.

The doctor offered him some final words. "Remember to limit screen exposure and don’t strain your eyes. Healing takes time."

"Understood," Stefan said quietly.

He was just about to return to his room when he noticed something that made him pause.

Across the hallway, just outside his room, his mother was standing close to Ivy, their heads bowed together, speaking in hushed tones.

They looked up briefly when they noticed him watching. Ivy offered a smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Elizabeth straightened her posture and turned away, as though nothing unusual had happened.

But Stefan wasn’t fooled. Since when were they so close? He thought.

He remembered vividly how cold things had gotten between them—especially after the incident with Richard. Elizabeth had never truly approved of Ivy since then. Their interactions were polite at best, icy at worst.

And now they were whispering like co-conspirators? Something wasn’t right.

His jaw clenched slightly. He didn’t say anything—not yet—but his mind was already working. Picking up on the tension. The strange timing. The secrets that lingered in every quiet look and unspoken word.

He walked back toward them with calm steps and a composed smile. "Is everything okay?"

Elizabeth turned quickly. "Yes, darling. Ivy and I were just... discussing the arrangements at home. Making sure everything’s ready for your return."

Ivy nodded. "We want everything to be perfect for you."

tilted his head slightly. "Thanks, baby," he said

They’re hiding something.

to ignore it. He’d get to the bottom

of the hospital as they headed to the car, where Martin was waiting

had been unusually quiet. Elizabeth kept looking

expression unreadable. Stefan, freshly discharged and feeling the weight of everything that had happened in

the mansion, the staff rushed out to welcome him home. He gave them a tired nod,

feel the same especially to Stefan as he couldn’t remember how the house had been after being

him. Ivy didn’t sit beside him or offer to help him to their room as she normally would have. Instead, she walked ahead, dropped her handbag on

to my room to rest. I’m really tired and having a headache," she announced

Stefan blinked. Her room?

he called gently. "Aren’t you coming upstairs to my

rest here for now. I’ve been taking care of you for over

respond, just watched as she climbed the stairs and disappeared down the hallway to the room she hadn’t

She was back to being bossy, dismissive, acting like the Ivy from before the wedding—the one who was always distant and demanding. But during the past six months, she had been kind, patient, attentive. She’d never

side for the last six months wasn’t Ivy

Elizabeth asked from

just a little. Everything about her... it’s different

a smile. "She’s probably just

knew he shouldn’t have

was in on whatever this was, Ivy was going to adjust and that would confirm what he already

once he was alone in the study and the house had quieted down after his