"The VIP Room No. 18—this is it."
After confirming the room number, Molina and Ellet pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Oh, my poor uncle! How could something like this happen to you?"
Ellet hurried to the bedside, dabbing at the corners of his eyes with exaggerated sorrow.
Molina followed a step behind, placing a thermos on the nightstand. "Ellet had the housekeeper make some vegetable soup for you. Try some." She nudged Ellet, signaling him to open the thermos.
Ellet, in a good mood today, didn't argue with her. If Baldwin's accident hadn't been all over the trending news, he and Molina would still be getting roasted online.
"What kind of soup?" Baldwin's gaze landed on the thermos.
He could've easily dismissed the two of them, but when he recalled that the soup had been ma
