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    Once they stepped out of the hospital, L’s phone started ringing.

    Her mother’s voice came through the line. “Didn’t you say you were filing for divorce? What are you waiting for? Alec is nothing but a burden to you. Are you really nning to take care of him for the rest of your life?”

    L’s patience was wearing thin. “Please, Mom, I’ve had enough. He made me take care of his ill mother today. It’s infuriating.”

    “What? Absolutely not! You need to leave him right away. After the divorce, you’ll have no trouble finding someone better. You’re still young and pretty, after all.”

    L ended the call in frustration and said to her son, “This day couldn’t get much worse. Let’s just grab some food and go home.”

    Alec’s spirits were low as he and the bodyguard helped settle Joann into the VIP ward.

    From her hospital bed, Joann managed to sound a bit stronger after her morning treatment. “Alec, I’m starving,” she murmured, looking at her son. “All I hadst night was some spaghetti, and I haven’t eaten anything today. I am so hungry. Could you get me something to eat?”

    The bodyguard shot Alec a look of open disdain, judging him for leaving his elderly mother hungry. “How could you be so cruel to your mother? No wonder Miss Harper has no respect for you.”

    “That’s none of your business. Know your ce and just do what you’re paid for!” Alec snapped back, irritation clear in his tone. As he spoke, his eyesnded on the takeout bags Brenna had brought, and he reached for them. But before Alec could grab them, the bodyguard snatched them first and red at him. “Don’t touch these. Miss Harper brought them here.”

    Flushed with embarrassment, Alec grumbled, “I’ll let my daughter fire you soon!”

    The bodyguard just chuckled, unbothered. “I’ll be waiting.”

    He carefully unpacked the food onto Joann’s bedside table, describing each dish with gentle patience.

    “These are from Miss Harper. All your favorite dishes. It’s been a while since you’ve had a meal like this, hasn’t it?”

    Joann sighed internally at her son’s pathetic state right now, being bullied even by a bodyguard.

    She then picked up her fork. “The dishes all look wonderful.”

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    Later, Brenna stepped into the room and saw Joann savoring her meal. “Grandma, how’s the food?”

    Joann beamed at Brenna, her smile bright. “It’s delicious! I haven’t tasted food this good in ages. There’s still plenty. Come join me. I can’t finish it all alone.” Brenna ced the medicine aside and smiled. “Alright, let’s eat together.”

    Alec lingered nearby, unable to hide his longing. He hadn’t eaten food from a nice restaurant for a long time, as nice restaurants were well out of his budget because of his meager ie.

    The aroma of the food was almost too much. His mouth watered, and he swallowed hard, hoping no one would notice. But the bodyguard caught the look.

    Alec tried to get closer to Brenna and Joann to have a taste of the meal, and Joann was about to invite him to join them.

    But before she could say a word, the bodyguard stepped in, blocking Alec with an outstretched arm. “What do you think you’re doing? There are only four dishes. It’s barely enough for two women.”

    “I really don’t need much. Just a taste,” Alec said, unwilling to give up. Meals from an expensive restaurant were a luxury he seldom enjoyed; who knew when he’d get another chance like this?

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