Vivian's POV
For the rest of the night, Zayn refused to leave my side in the recovery ward. He personally took care of me, adjusting the IV drip, pouring warm water, and even forcing me to eat a few spoonfuls of porridge to bring my blood sugar back up. His usual arrogant, teasing demeanor was completely gone, replaced by a caring side of him that made my chest tighten.
By morning, Eli and Solomon came to visit.
"Pretty Sister!" Eli called out, running over to my bed and grabbing my hand. "I was scared when Uncle Zayn said you were sick."
"I am much better now, Eli," I murmured, offering him a gentle smile before looking up at his grandfather.
"Solomon... I am sorry for causing such a disruption to the family."
Solomon walked over with a warm look in his eyes. "There is
