N pressed her lips together. "Dad, don''t worry. Since I''ve chosen to go to Meristate, I''ve already prepared myself to face whateveres my way. You don''t need to worry about me."


    Harrison wanted to say more, but just then, the hospital room door opened. The housekeeper entered with a bag of clean clothes for him.


    "Ms. Kinsey, has Mr. Jayston woken up?" she asked.


    N nodded. "Yes, he''s awake. The doctor just came by and said there''s nothing serious for now. They''ll continue monitoring him over the next few days."


    "Alright, Ms. Kinsey. If you have things to take care of, you can go ahead. I''ll stay here and call you if anythinges up," the housekeeper offered.


    Since there wasn''t much for N to do at the hospital, she nodded and stood up. "Alright. If anything happens, call me immediately. If it gets too difficult for you to manage alone, I''ll hire a couple of nurses to help."


    The housekeeper quickly waved her hands. "No need, no need. I can handle it on my own."


    "Okay." N turned to Harrison and spoke softly. "Dad, I''m going home to cook some soup for you. I''ll bring it over in the afternoon. As for going to Meristate, it''s my decision. You don''t have to worry. Just focus on resting and getting better."


    Harrison was silent for a while before sighing. "You have your own thoughts, and I can''t control you anymore... Do whatever you want."


    Without responding, N turned and left.


    As soon as she walked out of the hospital, her phone rang-it was Damon.


    "N, I just dropped Buddy off at home. I''m heading to the hospital now," he informed.


    "No need, my dad''s already awake. I''m heading back now," N replied.


    "I''lle pick you up," he offered.


    "I''ll just take a cab. It''s faster," she said and called for one.


    ...


    N arrived home a little after noon.


    As she stepped into the living room, she saw Damon sitting on the couch, talking on the phone.


    Mason was on the carpet nearby, ying with building blocks.


    Seeing her, Damon lowered his voice and said into the phone, "Let''s leave it at that for now. I''ll contact youter."


    After hanging up, he got up and took the bag from her hands. "How''s Dad?"


    "The doctor said aid he fainted because


    he was overly emotional and stressed. There''s nothing seriously wrong, but they''ll monitor him for a few days. If all goes well, he''ll be discharged in two days," N answered.


    "Alright. Let''s eat first. You didn''t even have breakfast this morning," Damon said. "Okay."


    After lunch, N went to the kitchen to cook.


    Damon walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and sighing.


    "I just wanted to spend these three days peacefully with you and Buddy, but why do so many things keep happening? When will we finally get to live a quiet life without


    swn?vetage


    interruptions?" he murmurevel


    Hearing the sadness in his voice,, N gave a small, bitter smile. "Probably when our son grows up and takes over yourpany. Then we can finally have time to ourselves."


    "Fine..." Damon relented.


    Realistically speaking, that would take another 20 or 30 years.


    She turned to him. "Alright, don''t you have work to do? Now that we''re back, you should take care of it."


    "Okay. Just let me know when you head to the hospitalter, and I''ll go with you," Damon reminded.


    "Alright," N answered.


    An hourter, N packed the freshly cooked soup into a container and walked to the study.


    She knocked on the door and pushed it open, about to step inside when she saw Damon asleep at his desk.


    She stopped in her tracks, her heart aching at the sight.


    Lately, he had been overwhelmed with work and hadn''t been getting enough rest. His body was probably already at its limit.