Chapter 297 Vincent\u2019s Hesitation\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent had turned Violet\u2019s words over in his mind all night. A quiet guilt had taken root.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cJust give her a call,\u201d he said, his tone subdued. \u201cAsk how she\u2019s feeling\u2013casually, like you\u2019re just checking in.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lily understood but felt compelled to speak frankly. \u201cMr. Stewart, if you\u2019re truly concerned about your wife, you should be the one to call.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent looked away, his voice low. \u201cIt\u2019s not about concern. She\u2019s still Vanessa\u2019s mother. I don\u2019t wish her ill.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lily sighed softly. \u201cMr. Stewart, your wife is a good woman. You shouldn\u2019t let her slip away. As you said, she\u2019s Vanessa\u2019s mother. No one will care for the child like her own mother. If you lose that, you\u2019ll regret it\u2013and so will Vanessa.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent was quiet for a long moment. He thought of the divorce papers already signed, the final decree only weeks away. Finally, he said, \u201cThere\u2019s nothing left between us.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you have your daughter,\u201d Lily pressed gently.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent didn\u2019t answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a pause, he took the insulated bag from her hands. \u201cI\u2019ll go feed Vanessa.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Inside the room, Vanessa stirred, rubbing her eyes sleepily.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing Vincent approach with the food, she murmured, \u201cDaddy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent sat beside the bed and offered a small smile. \u201cLily made something nice for you. Let me help you get washed up, then we\u2019ll eat, alright?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s hair was tousled. She nodded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent fetched a warm washcloth from the bathroom, gently cleaning her face and hands before helping her brush her teeth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he tried to tie her hair, his fingers were clumsy\u2013he managed only a simple, loose ponytail.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he began feeding her oatmeal, spoonful by spoonful.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As she ate, Vincent asked quietly, \u201cVanessa\u2026 do you miss your mom?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the word \u201cmom\u201c, Vanessa\u2019s small face pinched. She shook her head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Seeing her discomfort, Vincent let the subject drop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But a moment later, Vanessa looked up. \u201cDaddy, where\u2019s Sabrina?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent\u2019s smile softened. He stroked her hair. \u201cSabrina stayed with me to watch over you last night. She left this morning. She wanted to be here when you woke, but I told her to go on to the lab.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vanessa wriggled happily. \u201cSabrina\u2019s so good to me. She loves me almost as much as you do, Daddy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent simply smiled and continued feeding her, saying nothing more.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vanessa was over the moon; the faint flush of joy finally chased the pallor from her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing color return to his daughter\u2019s pale cheeks, Vincent felt the white lie was justified. Sabrinal hadn\u2019t actually stayed, but she had intended to.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once Vanessa finished, Vincent tidied up the containers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he stepped out to return the bag to Lily, he paused. \u201cStay with Vanessa, please. I need to make a call.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lily nodded. \u201cOf course.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before leaving the ward, Vincent stopped at the nurses\u2018 station to ask which unit typically handled adult cases of fever and pneumonia.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With the information in hand, he headed for the pulmonary department.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After turning it over in his mind, he decided it was right to check on Scarlett himself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the pulmonary nurses\u2018 station, he inquired about Scarlett\u2019s room and was directed to the VIP wing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thanking the nurse, he made his way down the hall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Outside Scarlett\u2019s door, he heard a cheerful male voice\u2013Zachary\u2019s. \u201cScarlett, look\u2013I brought you a cupcake, some fruit, and oh! Milkshake! And I picked up a few graphic novels, too. Which one do you like?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Through the glass panel in the door, Vincent could see inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett was propped against the raised bed. Damian sat beside her, carefully peeling an orange. Zachary was perched near the foot of the bed, enthusiastically unpacking his gifts.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Vincent had intended to go in\u2013but seeing two other men already there, the urge vanished.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He\u2019d worried no one was looking after her. Clearly, he\u2019d been mistaken.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without another thought, he turned and walked away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Inside the room, Scarlett watched as Zachary laid out his offerings.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After his lively presentation, he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to choose.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not wanting to dampen his spirits, Scarlett considered, then pointed. \u201cThe cupcake, please.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zachary brightened instantly, passing it to her. \u201cSince you love cupcakes, you must be just as sweet, Scarlett.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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