"Are you really going to let me leave the hospital? You won''t, will you?"


    "Your condition doesn''t allow it at the moment, and even if we were to consider discharging you, there''s a lot of preparation involved."


    Like ensuring the medical team could keep up, not to mention all the equipment that needed toe along. They needed to be able to check on her whenever necessary, not just leave things to chance.


    That was exactly why Yorick had been so keen on buying the Wave Residence. Urs''s medical team alone consisted of nearly twenty people! The Wave Residence was spacious enough to amodate everyonefortably, including a dedicated room for all the medical equipment.


    "Will I ever get the chance to leave the hospital? Or am I going to die here?"


    "Shut up!"


    At the mention of dying, Yorick''s voice dropped to a stern whisper.


    Urs fell silent. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Yorick, who grew even more concerned at her appearance.


    He sighed, gently running his fingers through her soft hair, only to find a couple of strandsing away in his hand.


    Seeing the strands of hair in Yorick''s palm, Urs trembled uncontrobly, "Rick, I..."


    Yorickforted, "Don''t worry, your hair will grow back once you''re better."


    "Will it really grow back?"


    Would it? To Urs, hair was a symbol of life itself. Losing it to illness felt like a harbinger of life''s end.


    "I''m really scared. I want to leave the hospital. I don''t want to stay here."


    Her voice was desperate, masking the true reasons for her desire to leave. Seeing Urs''s despair, Yorick sighed and took her in his arms.


    "Okay, you''ll leave the hospital soon."


    "Rick..."


    "I promise, within a week you''ll be out, okay?"


    Hearing his words made Urs smile, "Really?" "Yes, really."


    In that moment, Yorick''s voice was firm, offering Urs somefort. She truly didn''t want to stay in the hospital any longer, where the smell of disinfectant only added to her endless misery and dread


    Meanwhile, at Ste''s.


    Ronald had returned, and the two sat across from each other, with Ste casting uneasy nces his way.


    "Why are you looking at me like that?"


    Ronald was slightly tipsy, "Got a thing for old men? Hoping for an inheritance?"


    Ste was left speechless.


    When did he get back? He''d heard everything not meant for his ears.


    "Well...you know, Yorick mentioned that the owner of Wave Residence was some


    wasjust Sixty-six-year-old guyri


    wasjust trying to rattle him,


    all


    swney


    Better clear things up quickly. Especially in front of Ronald. Misunderstandings could lead to her own misery. Ste didn''t want that!


    Ronald, hearing her awkward exnation,ughed and pulled her close, his warm fingers caressing her chin.


    "Yorick''s lot hasn''t figured out who owns Wave Residence yet?"


    Ste replied, "Clearly not up to the mark!"


    With Ronald, she made sure to rify everything. She didn''t have the same patience with Yorick, who always seemed so self-assured,


    always threatening to block ne


    her


    cards, and her paths, even demanding she shut down her studio.


    With all their resources, they should find out things on their own! She hadn''t expected Yorick''s investigation to end up like this.