?<strong>Chapter 446:</strong>


    Adrian set his cup down on the table with a deliberate clink, a small sound that sent a ripple of tension through the air.


    “Can, I have spent my entire life thinking about the bigger picture.”


    Can instinctively bowed his head lower, his back bending under the weight of Adrian’s words. “I understand, but you’re the heir to the Miller family. Thepany depends on you. You can’t forget that.”


    “But I am also Joelle’s spouse. When she needs me, I can’t simply fail to be present.”


    Adrian’s condition was spiraling downward with each passing day.


    Anyone who grappled with the relentless grip of death for too long would inevitably sink into the depths of despair.


    “Mr. Miller, I understand your emotions towards Ms. Watson, but…”


    Before Can could finish his sentence, Adrian pressed his fingers tightly to his forehead, his grip intense.


    “Enough!” Adrian dered with unwavering conviction. “I’m not leaving. Should any work-rted matters arise, instruct them toe here.”


    “Mr. Miller!”


    “Enough! There is no room for discussion!”


    Unable to sway him, Can had no choice but to organize Adrian’s schedule ording to the predetermined itinerary.


    The following day, in the room adjacent to Joelle’s ward, Adrian was diligently engaged in his work, scarcely pausing since morning.


    Representatives from the finance, research and development, marketing, and public rtions departments gathered to discuss work-rted matters with him.


    By the afternoon, his workload intensified further. Two clients and business partners who had recently returned from abroad urgently requested a meeting with Adrian, a discussion that had already been dyed for over half a month.


    Recognizing the inappropriateness of conducting business in a hospital setting, Adrian instructed Can to move the meeting to a restaurant conveniently located across the street.


    As Adrian entered the private room, M, from the adjacent room, caught sight of him.


    She had noticed that Adrian had been rarely seentely, absorbed in caring for Joelle.


    Hearing this made Adrian’s dedication to Joelle even more endearing to her.


    If Joelle never awakened, would M have a chance? M instructed a waiter, “Send a bottle of wine to the guests in the adjacent room, and let them know it is a gesture from me.”


    Meanwhile, as Adrian was deep in discussions with his business partners, a waiter entered the room holding a bottle of wine.


    Adrian had a profound disdain for interruptions, considering this a significantpse in judgment on Can’s part.


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