In the hospital room, after a night on an IV drip, Betty's fever finally subsided. Concerned her hands might move around, Florence cradled her throughout the night.
Benjamin, being older, couldn't stay awake all night and returned to the hospital room at eight in the morning.
He touched Betty's forehead. "The fever's gone, but her cheeks are still flushed. She doesn't look comfortable yet; it will take time for her to fully recover."
Florence looked at her daughter with a heavy heart. Her girl's hair had grown longer, and the family nanny braided it into pigtails every day. "We need to talk." Now, only she and Benjamin remained in the hospital room.
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Florence paused for a moment. "Grandpa, what are you talking about?" She played dumb.
"Hmph, do you think you can hide anything fr
