The next day, Leona Grant's fever had broken.
When he woke up, he first scanned the entire hospital room impassively. Only when he found Annabelle Linton was truly not there did he realize it had all been a dream.
'Why would Annabelle Linton care about him?'
He sat dejectedly on the bed, his bangs covering his eyes. One didn't need to see them to know how disappointed and hurt he was.
Ashley Grant, who had just stepped out, came back in and saw him like this. A pang of pain shot through her heart.
But she concealed it, smiling as if nothing was wrong. "You're awake? How are you feeling?"
Leona Grant didn't react much to Ashley Grant's voice. "I'm fine," he said flatly. "Arrange for my discharge."
Ashley Grant stood her ground. After watching him for a moment, she asked expressionlessly, "Why don't you try to fight for it, to make her stay? Are you sure you won't regret this later?"
Leona Grant paused, then let out a mirthless laugh.
'Make her stay?'
