"We're going to Kuskeonga. I need to go to the Sanderson family,"

Lilah abruptly declared, a steely resolve in her eyes.

Gerard was momentarily taken aback. "Your health right now..."

"I'm fine. Our baby is doing well inside me; there won't be any issues. But dealing with the Sanderson family is definitely not simple for Miranda."

She insisted, and Gerard had no choice but to agree to her request. They bought plane tickets overnight and arrived in Kuskeonga by the next afternoon.

Meanwhile, at the Sanderson family estate.

"Are you done yet? It's been three minutes." Miranda stood outside the bathroom door, calling softly inside.

A resigned thump came from the door. "I'm in the bathroom, darling. Can you give me a break? I feel like you're being really unfair to me."

Cason glared at Miranda through the door, but she couldn't see his frustration.

It was only fair, though.

Two weeks ago, when Miranda first arrived at the Sanderson family home, she set a rule that he had to follow: no matter where he went, she had to accompany him, even if it was just to shower or use the bathroom.

Naturally, Cason was more than willing. After all, his wife was famously aloof and proud. Even when they were together, he was usually the one clinging to her. Sometimes, when he clung too much, she'd tell him to give her some space.

In all their time together, she had never actively relied on him before.

He thought Miranda was just saying it to ease her discomfort in the Sanderson household, but to his surprise, she meant every word, For the past two weeks, wherever he went, Miranda was there too.

Even at night, she didn't care if the Sanderson family misunderstood; she simply shared his bed.

This level of closeness was something poor Cason had never experienced before. Now that he had it, he occasionally found it suffocating.

"I get now why you used to get so fed up with me," Cason muttered as he flushed the toilet.

He thought to himself that he must find a chance to get some fresh air today. Being glued to Miranda 24/7 with no personal space was really getting on his nerves. “Are you getting impatient?"

Miranda asked, her face stern as she stared at Cason, as if she could read his mind. "Your family took away our phones and won't even let us make calls. I'm going stir-crazy here. I don't care; you have to get my phone back today."

Cason sighed, a bit helpless. "Honey, let's just endure it for a few more days. The doctor said my grandmother is already more out of breath than in..."

He trailed off, not wanting to speculate negatively. After all, the family's demands were meant to ensure they could focus on accompanying the old lady in her final days.

"Fine," Miranda sighed wistfully, thinking of Lilah.

"Ms. Fang, the old lady is asking for you. She has something she wants to tell you, said a maid who approached them.

Miranda nodded and gave Cason a look, signaling him to follow.