Medical Center.
"Oh."
Hearing this reasonable explanation, Adam nodded as if nothing were amiss.
After all, it was perfectly normal for rich people to work 996—or even 007—outside.
Besides, hadn't he hired the best caregiver?
She was there in his stead...
Fine.
Adam could not keep spinning it.
No devoted children remained at the bedside after a long illness.
Much less when they were only engaged.
A wealthy Playboy like him—would he rather fight desperately amid wine and flesh?
Or stay by his sickly fiancée's bedside, endure the vomiting and all kinds of unpleasant smells, run around taking care of everything, and battle the illness with her?
The answer was obvious.
In Adam's view, Danny had shown some humanity by holding out for two days before claiming he was busy with work and hiring a caregiver.
Plenty of people would have simply disappeared in this situation.
But for Liz—
They had promised to fight the illness together until they grew old, yet he had secretly hired a caregiver and slipped away.
All the passion in her heart had become a hollow cave for the wind, chilling her very insides until even tears would not fall.
Forcing a smile, wanting to speak but holding back.
Yet she only said, "What a lovely autumn chill."
After the surgery.
Everyone stood outside the ward, looking at Liz, who had yet to wake from the anesthesia.
"Does love really exist?"
Meredith fell into deep doubt again. "Liz gave him everything, yet when she needed his company most, he claimed he was busy with work.
He spent a little dirty money to hire some supposedly best caregiver and thought that made up for everything Liz had done for him?
Was all that ocean-deep love and those vows of eternal devotion fed to the dogs?"
"Dogs