---- Chapter 52 Raymond couldn't seem to finish what he was going to say. Wendy could no longer hold back. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she nodded firmly. "Mr. Carrington, I understand. I'll take good care of Grandpa." Raymond gave a quiet hum. "Let him do more things that bring him joy in the time he has left." They both knew Robert's health had declined significantly . After this stroke, he had become even more fragile.

If another episode like this happened, no one could guarantee he would survive. suddenly, the room door opened, and James walked in. Wendy quickly wiped her tears away, fixed her mask, and confirmed the final readings with Raymond. "Dr. Carrington," James said as his eyes flicked toward Wendy. "How's Grandpa's condition?" The sorrow on Raymond's face softened slightly. "There's no major issue this time.

He just needs to rest for a few more days, and he'll be ready for discharge." While listening to Raymond's analysis and instructions, James found his gaze drifting toward Wendy again and again. Earlier, when he had looked through the glass window outside the room, he had seen her in tears. ---- He rarely saw Wendy cry. He never knew she had such a vulnerable side, like she could shatter with a single touch. But she had never shown that to him.

In front of him, she was always composed, strong, and carrying a faint smile. "".Mr. Frank Senior must never..." Raymond continued patiently, but James's mind had already wandered off. He thought , if Wendy would just show weakness in front of him-just a single tear-he would let everything go and bring her back home to be Mrs. Frank again. Even if there was no love left in this life, even if it was only about protecting her and Ethan, James could do it.

But it was not likely for Wendy to bow her head. James frowned, unsure if it was because he heard about Robert's condition or because of Wendy's tears. Beside him, Jenna noticed the way his gaze drifted. She looked toward Wendy with hatred. Her hand curled tightly into a fist. 'The jealousy surging in her chest refused to fade. She was a woman. Of course, she knew how much weight Wendy's tears carried just now. They had probably already moved James. That shameless fox!

How dare she seduce James right in front of her? 'The more Jenna thought about it, the angrier she got. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself at Wendy right now and scratch up that face, which always looked calm and detached. ---- "That's all for now. If anything comes up, you can contact me at any time. Oh, Wendy also knows Mr. Frank Senior's condition very well. You can ask her, too." Just as Raymond finished , Jenna suddenly burst into tears.

" Wendy, the things you said just now-was it because Mr. Frank Senior doesn't have much time left?" Her voice was full of regret and sorrow, enough to make anyone's heart ache and eyes tear up. But Wendy's expression turned cold. She glared at her and spoke sharply. "Don't say such negative statements like that next to the patient. If you want to cry, take it outside. The patient needs peace and rest." Could she not understand plain language?

Wendy could feel her patience wearing thin as Jenna's sobs grew louder, more dramatic -almost theatrical . She was on the verge of snapping and throwing her out. "James, I'm just worried about Mr. Frank Senior," Jenna cried, tears streaming down like they were free. She looked up, eyes swollen and red, and gave James a fragile look. It was as if even a small gust of wind could break her. But the moment her eyes met his cold, unreadable stare, her body gave a visible shudder. And just like that, the tears stopped.