Chapter 131

Chapter 131: The Purpose Behind Her Care

Sean POV

I woke early, sitting upright in my hospital bed despite the dull achen my stomach. Thomas kept giving me concerned glances from the corner of the room, but I refused to lie hack dowen.

"Mr. Shaw, it's barely seven, Thomas said, adjusting his glasses neusly. Ms. Wilson won't be here this early. You barely slept last night. Perhaps you should rest a bit longer? I could wait by the dog and alert you when she arrives."

"You're too loud, I muttered, keeping my eyes fixed on the door,

As minutes stretched into hours, I felt my mood darkening. What if he didn't comer Thomas finally offered to check the hospital entrance, but just as he reached for the door, Angela appeared,

thermal container.

The rich aroma of cream and mushrooms filled the room as she removed the lid, revealing a perfectly prepared cream of mushroom

soup.

"You made this yourself?" I asked, taking the bowl she offered.

Angela raised an eyebrow. "Who else would have?"

While I ate, Angela conversed quietly with Thomas about my condition. The doctor recommends a strict diet regimen even after discharge." Thomas explained. "No alcohol whatsoever, and regular meals are essential."

Angela nodded, her expression professional and detached.

After I finished eating, I watched in dismay as she immediately began gathering her things.

"You're leaving already?" I couldn't mask my disappointment.

"I have work," she replied coolly. "Rest well and make sure you eat lunch." She turned to Thomas with a warning: "If he refuses to

eat, let me know. I won't come this evening if he doesn't."

At noon, I watched Thomas read a message on his phone and smile,

he informed me. I told

"What did she say?" I asked, trying to sound

showed me the screen: a

the brief response, feeling my shoulders slump. After a mement's hesitation, I dictated my own message to

reply came swiftly:

had fallen by the time Angela arrived with dinner. My frustration

you so long to

time?" she countered evenly. "Does preparing food not take

need to cook," I insisted. "Just coming by would be

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131: The Purpose

impassive. “You think I want to?" she replied, offering no further explanation before urging me to eat before the food cooled. After I finished, she left

the next several days, the pallen continued. Angela arrived punctually each morning and evening with carefully

increasingly bewildered by her

nitive at the same times, prepared with evident skill-yet she seemed to avoid any real

gnawed at me. Why would she dedicate so much effort visiting me every day, only to treat

fulfilling an obligation, checking tens off a

life with.

accepted the breakfast-a hearty vegetable

t immediately begin eating.

bringing me

Angela didn't answer.

"Why do you c

my recovery?"

she replied

I'd finished, I repeated my question. This time, Angela

"It's a transaction."

at

bringing you meals and helping with your recovery, 1

consistent visits-none of it had been about concern for me. All this time, I'd been

realization cut deeper than I could have anticipated. My chest tightened with a pain that had nothing to do with my ulcers. I'd allowed myself to believe, even briefly, that her presence meant she

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