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Fuming at Emily’s resolute demeanor, Ethan was on the verge of losing his temper when his phone suddenly rang. 

A glance down showed it was Lucas calling. 

“Mr. Wilson, a meeting’s about to kick off,” Lucas informed over the line. 

With Sophia on his mind, Ethan let out a reluctant sigh. “Scrap the meeting. I’m not heading to the office today. You handle things. Only call if it’s super important.” 

Not daring to pry, Lucas simply responded, “Alright.” 

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Over at the hospital, Emily spent the day in a daze. Her work suffered, but thankfully, her colleagues noticed her off–state and pitched in. 

Grateful, she offered, “Once I’m back on my feet, I’ll take you all out for a meal.” 

In the afternoon, Ethan sent a text: [Sophie’s craving your soup.] 

Emily stared at the message, at a loss for a reply. 

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In the end, she left it unanswered. 

As the workday ended, indecision gnawed at her. 

After some back–and–forth, she steered her car towards Joy Gardens. 

Emily knew it might be a futile move, but Sophia was her daughter, and she just couldn’t stay away. 

Upon reaching Joy Gardens, she found Rebecca tidying up in the living room. Rebecca’s eyes widened in surprise. “Mrs. Wilson?” 

Considering how Ethan and Sophia had treated Emily, Rebecca had assumed she wouldn’t come back. 

Little did she expect that Emily would still return. 

Ignoring the shock in Rebecca’s eyes, Emily asked, “Where are Ethan and Sophie?” 

“Mr. Wilson’s upstairs with Ms. Sophia Wilson,” Rebecca replied. 

“I’ll head to the kitchen and make that soup,” Emily said. 

As the soup bubbled away on the stove, Emily stayed close by. 

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she’d been in a funk all day, feeling weak and sticky, a telltale 

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downstairs. 

Emily ladled a bowl of soup for Sophia without a word. 

Ethan said nothing either and started spoon–feeding his daughter. 

Emily had a few sips but quickly lost her appetite. 

After dinner, Sophia announced she wanted to watch cartoons upstairs, and Ethan carried her up. 

While Rebecca cleared the table, Emily plopped down on the sofa. 

The exhaustion of the day hit her hard, and as soon as she settled in, sleepiness enveloped her. 

Not sure how long she’d been asleep, Emily felt a vague presence hovering in front of her. When she struggled to open her eyes, she saw Ethan draping a blanket over her. 

She tried to speak but found her voice failing her. 

Too weak to push away the blanket Ethan had covered her with, Emily just lay there. 

Noticing her wakefulness, Ethan reached out to touch her forehead, then his own. “You’ve got a fever again,” he said. 3/5 

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Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot. She looked utterly listless. 

Ethan was worried. Bending down, he said, “Let me carry you upstairs to bed.” 

But as soon as he stretched out his hands, Emily waved him off. “No need. I can manage on my own.” 

Despite being as weak as a kitten, she insisted on standing up from the sofa by herself. 

The effort made her break out in a sweat. 

After a short rest, she tried to make her way upstairs. 

But after only a couple of steps, her legs gave way, and Emily almost toppled over. 

Having kept a close eye on her, Ethan quickly caught her. “Why be so stubborn?” he chided. 

Leaning on him, Emily still retorted stubbornly, “I’m not being 

stubborn.” 

This time, Ethan got annoyed. “Is this really necessary? I’m already exhausted taking care of Sophie, and now I have to look after you, too.” 

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Hearing his words, Emily shot back coldly, “I never asked for 

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She tried to push him away, but he held her firmly. 

In this tug–of–war, already at a disadvantage and with a fever, Emily was no match for him. 

After a brief struggle, she was sweating even more. 

Taking advantage of her weakness, Ethan bent down and scooped her up in his arms. 

Too weak to resist, Emily rested her head on his chest. Looking up at his sharp jawline, she thought he was handsome yet cold. 

Good–looking as he was, he was like poison, capable of inflicting deep wounds. 

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