Gerard paused, and then stated, "No need. I'll handle things here.

You've got a shoot tomorrow, remember?"

“It doesn't matter. Lilah and Jerrold were hurt because of me. I have to be there for them. You can't manage them on your own. No excuses. I'm taking leave now. We'll discuss it when I arrive."

Before Gerard could speak again, Effie abruptly ended the call.

The next morning, Lilah was out of danger and transferred to a ward.

Jerrold also regained consciousness.

Seated on the edge of the bed, Gerard reflected on the moment Lilah had teetered on the brink of death, a sharp pang piercing his heart.

Fortunately, she had finally emerged from danger.

Gerard gazed at Lilah's pale face, his heart constricting.

He clasped her hand tightly.

In another ward, Effie stared at Jerrold's wan countenance, her eyes welling up. “It's all my fault, Jerrold. I'm sorry."

Jerrold blinked, sensing Effie's near tears. He spoke calmly. "It's okay, Aunt Effie. I'm fine."

He offered her a bright smile.

Despite his exhaustion, Jerrold remained attentive to her emotions.

Effie smiled, tousling his hair. "Silly boy. Will you still hang out with me in the future?" she asked tenderly.

“Of course, yes," Jerrold replied firmly.

"Alright, my dear nephew." Effie affectionately pinched his cheek.

As dawn broke, Lilah's fingers twitched slightly. Soon, her eyes fluttered open.

She attempted to rub her throbbing head but couldn't move a bit.

Frowning, she shifted slightly, only to discover Gerard seated in a nearby chair, holding her hand.

His presence warmed her heart. Lilah couldn't help but smile.

She felt touched.

Watching Gerard doze off, she drifted into a reverie.

Before the incident, she hadn't committed to spending her life with him.