---- Chapter 66 "Tf you won't let me in, how am I supposed to visit Mr. Frank Senior?" Jenna pleaded, her voice trembling. "Please, just tell my sister. Ask her to let me in, okay?" The sudden shift in her tone left the nurse visibly confused. "I'm sorry , I've already explained this. It's not me keeping you out. It really was-" Before she could finish, James had already walked over. "Add her to the approved visitors list," he said flatly.

He was a direct relative of Robert's, and his word carried weight. The nurse could only nod and do as instructed. Jenna sniffled . "Thank God you showed up, James. I was so worried the food I made would go cold, and Mr. Frank Senior wouldn't get a bite." James glanced at the insulated container and replied calmly, " The nanny from Frank Manor brings him meals. You don't need to bring food anymore." With that, he turned and started walking toward the room. Jenna quickly followed.

"T heard it was Wendy who put in the request," she said softly. "She doesn't want me to see Mr. Frank Senior, does she? But I really care about him, I swear. There's nothing else behind it." Her voice wavered like she was on the verge of tears. ---- At the door to the room, James suddenly stopped and said without looking at her, "I agreed with that decision." 1 Then, he pushed open the door and walked in. Jenna stood frozen, staring at his back.

It took her a long, moment to process what he had just said. If she remembered correctly, the nurse had mentioned a filter on visitors , specifically blocking people with the last name Sanders. Had James signed off on it? Did Wendy say something to him? Her mind raced in confusion , but she forced herself to calm down. He had just added her to the whitelist -that meant he didn't see her as a threat. Maybe he just didn't want outsiders disturbing Robert's rest.

The "No Sanders family" thing was probably just a coincidence. With that, she collected herself and walked into the room. James stood by the bed, asking the doctor about Robert's condition. When Robert heard someone coming in, he turned toward the door. "Wendy, you-" He paused mid-sentence when he saw who it really was. The smile vanished from his wrinkled face. Jenna kept up her forced smile and stepped closer. "Mr. Frank Senior, it's me. [brought you dinner-I made it myself.

Please give ita try." ---- It was just about dinner time. She had timed it perfectly, arriving before the nanny from Frank Manor. Robert looked away and answered coolly, "You didn't have to go through the trouble. I'm used to eating home food. I don't really like eating stuff from outsiders." 'The message was clear-he didn't want it. Jenna felt a surge of anger but buried it beneath a pitiful expression. She looked helplessly at James, her eyes silently pleading for help.

He walked over, took the insulated container from her, and opened it. "It's all your favorite dishes. Maybe give it a try?" he suggested. Robert turned his head with a scowl. "No. I don't eat food unless it's made by the cook from Frank Manor or by Wendy herself, When have you ever seen me eat food from just anyone? "What's wrong with you? Are you trying to poison me with mystery meat? Or are you really that dense-you think some random girl can take Wendy's place?" Robert's cloudy eyes were sharp with disdain.