Only a handful of people knew she was even in the hospital. So who was behind this?

After a moment of quiet reflection, Katelyn sighed softly, her voice carrying a touch of weariness. “We’ll figure it out later, but… can we leave the flowers outside for now? The scent is too much for me.” Official source is fin?novel.net

“Of course,” Vincent said, his mind still turning over the puzzle. “When you see Katelyn, tell her to come to me immediately.”

“Sure.”

As their conversation wrapped up, Katelyn lingered by the monitor, her eyes glued to the screen, waiting for the final results from Vincent’s checkup. The numbers looked good—steady improvement—but the report also showed damage to his kidneys.

“Make sure you get plenty of rest.”

“If there’s anything else you need to be aware of, I’ll let you know right away.”

Vincent nodded slightly. “Understood.”

After a few more instructions, Katelyn turned to leave. But as she passed the lilies in the hallway, a sudden sneeze caught her off guard.

Who had sent them? It felt deliberate, like someone had chosen those flowers just to set off her allergy. Earlier, when Vincent had mentioned wanting to talk, there had been something in his voice—an urgency that made her stop and think.

Curious, Katelyn quickly went home to change into her regular clothes before going back to see Vincent. An hour later, Katelyn changed out of Hades’ attire, reverting to her usual look before heading back to the hospital.

She reached for the handle, but as she opened it, something made her stop. She froze in the doorway.

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A bouquet of pink lilies now rested on Vincent’s desk. What could this be implying? Did Vincent place these flowers here on purpose?

Katelyn struggled to smile, trying to appear intrigued. “I had no idea you were fond of lilies, Mr. Adams.”

A faint smile tugged at Vincent’s lips as he responded calmly, “The hospital room feels so lifeless and plain. It’s refreshing to add a little color now and then. These flowers have such a lovely hue and a sweet scent.”

Katelyn didn’t say a word in reply. It dawned on her that Vincent was definitely up to something. But she had her own method for handling situations like this.

Moving closer, she took a careful look at the bouquet, even leaning in to inhale their scent. “These flowers are truly stunning. And they smell nice too. The color is perfect, but sadly, I’m not the type to keep flowers around.”

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