Ten hours have passed, and Eudora's temperature seesaws between high fever and low, her unconsciousness unbroken, showing no sign of improvement. Ryan remains constantly at her bedside, neither returning home nor going to the office. His assistant brings urgent documents to the hospital; otherwise, he works through his laptop. He only rests by briefly dozing on the sofa when exhaustion overcomes him - in short, he never leaves Eudora's side.
After reviewing a lengthy report on his screen, he rubs his eyes wearily and turns to look at the bed. Seeing that Eudora is showing signs of waking up, he jumps up in delight and rushes to her side.
“Eudora, Eudora,” he gently shakes her shoulder and calls out softly.
Eudora slowly opens her eyes, meeting the familiar handsome face she used to see
