Her influence there was extensive, and she had kept a low profile all these years, coming out this time solely for her daughter.

It was all such a coincidence.

"She really loves that crybaby, " Lilah mumbled, seeing the biracial girl as anything but a "good person."

Miranda wiped her tears again, standing up to wash her face in the bathroom.

Lilah, feeling sorry, followed to comfort her sister.

Just then, Calvin called, saying there was another incident at the hospital.

They hurried over.

Joselyn was waiting for them outside, her expression complicated.

Miranda's eyes lit up, hoping Joselyn had remembered something and wanted to reconcile.

But Joselyn's request was jaw-dropping.

"Mr. Harris, could you please persuade Lillie to eat? She hasn't had a bite since yesterday, and I'm really worried,"

Joselyn said softly, with a tone of helpless resignation.

Gerard was about to refuse, but he caught Lilah and Miranda's hopeful gazes.

He couldn't do it.

He looked at Lilah, clearly conveying his thoughts.

Lilah sighed, "Just help out, please."

After some internal struggle, Gerard agreed.

He carried the tray inside.

As soon as Lillie heard the noise, she started to rage, "Get out, all of you! I said I won't eat. Why can't I even refuse to eat?"

Wrapped tightly in her blanket, she resembled a child throwing a tantrum under the covers.

Gerard didn't know what to say, planning to leave the food there for her to eat when she came around.

"I said I'm not eating. Are you deaf or... "

Her voice trailed off when she turned and saw Gerard.

"Mr. Harris, why are you here?" She paused, quietly wiping her tears, and sat up straight.