?<strong>Chapter 447:</strong>


    Can asked the waiter, “We did not order any wine. Is there a mistake?”


    “No, this was specifically sent by Miss Finch from the adjacent room for Mr. Miller.”


    “Which Miss Finch?”


    “That will be enough,” Adrian interjected, waving his hand dismissively. “Just leave it here and step outside.” He gave Can a meaningful nce, who understood immediately. After the waiter left, Can instructed that a bottle of equivalent value be delivered back to the neighboring room.


    As the waiter left, Can cast a quick nce and realized it was M.


    Shortly after concluding the business discussions and seeing off the partners, Adrian returned to the hospital with Can.


    “Mr. Miller, the wine was sent by M Finch.”


    Adrian had little interaction with M, so he was surprised by this information. “Did she need something from me?”


    Can nodded. “I overheard that she wanted to ease the tension between us and the Finch family.” However, Adrian paused, realizing that he hadn’t been made aware of any recent issues concerning the Finch family.


    “Mr. Miller, would you like me to investigate?”


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    “No need.”


    After all, it was at their residence that the incident involving Rnd had urred. At that time, Adrian had decided that any further encounters would only bring sadness to both families, so it was wiser to part ways.


    Back at the hospital, Aurora had already visited Joelle and was being escorted back by Leah.


    Only Shawn remained, waiting by the door.


    “There’s a research institute overseas that specializes in treating rare diseases. I’d like to inquire about Joelle’s condition. Her right hand was healed there previously.”


    Since the incident, Shawn had been far from idle, diligently consulting with various doctors. He had already seen all the top specialists domestically, and his next step was to seek help abroad.


    “Alright,” Adrian said, grasping Joelle’s hand. “Are you able to manage on your own?”


    “I’m used to being on my own. Adrian, I’m relying on you to take care of Joelle. Don’t overextend yourself, and try to keep a positive outlook.”


    Joelle had lost a significant amount of weight, and Adrian was no exception to this unsettling reality. He stayed by her side as much as possible, making Shawn feel inadequate inparison.


    At night, when everyone else had left, Joelle was left in solitude within her hospital room.


    These days, Adrian had explored many methods to try to wake Joelle from her slumber. Knowing how much she adored flowers, he arranged for fresh blooms to be delivered daily. Aware of her passion for music, he brought in all the instruments she had once mastered: violin, guitar, ordion, and cello. Since the piano was toorge, he opted for a more portable electronic keyboard.


    He even decorated her room with photos of Aurora and Rnd, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.


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