NovelEnglishShe had never stayed in the hospital for such a long time.
"Your mom is just being cautious," Tilda replied with a smile, understanding the protective instincts of a mother.
The two made their way back to the ward, where Gail and Brea were deep in conversation.
Upon their return, Gail quickly rose to assist Rosalynn with removing her coat and scarf, then helped her settle comfortably onto the bed.
Rosalynn sat down with a mixture of resignation and warmth flooding through her.
Looking around, Brea noticed the absence of one person and turned to Tilda curiously, "Why are just the two of you here? Where's Lyndon?" Brea glanced toward the ward door, a hint of concern in her eyes as she didn't spot Lyndon entering.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTilda and Rosalynn shared a look of mild surprise before Tilda turned to Brea.
"We haven't seen Lyndon since we went out.
" " Brea frowned, a touch of uncertainty in her voice.
"I sent him out to look for you both.
Perhaps he's caught up with a phone call somewhere?" Pondering for a moment, Tilda decided, "I'll give him a call to let him know we're back in the ward.
"Good idea," Brea agreed.
Tilda dialed Lyndon's number, the phone ringing several times before he finally answered.
"Hello?" "Lyndon, where are you at the moment?" Tilda's voice carried a blend of curiosity and concern.
From the other end, amidst a backdrop of muted hospital noises, Lyndon responded, "I'm handling a situation here.
"Just wanted to let you know that Rosalynn and I are back in the ward,” Tilda informed him.
"Understood, I'll be there shortly," Lyndon assured her before hanging up.
After completing the call, he took care of the urgent matter at hand.
He had just finished paying the surgery fee for Rita's grandmother, ensuring her transfer to a private room, and arranging for a top surgeon to take over the case, The surgery was scheduled for the next day.
"Mr.
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Fernandez, I don't know how to thank En you enough," Rita said Stepping out from the ward, her gratitude evident in her eyes.
"Just focus on your grandmother's recovery," Lyndon advised, his tone gentle yet dismissive as he prepared to leave. "Wait a minute," Rita called out, stopping him in his tracks.
She hurriedly pulled out a piece of paper from her bag.
"Mr.
Fernandez, I've written an IOU.
Please, take it as a promise of repayment.
Lyndon glanced at the IOU, hesitant at first but ultimately accepted it. X
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