Chapter 5

In the following days, I stayed at the hospital with my mother and took Tommy for follow-up checkups.

Tommy recovered very well—no scars.

But my mother had started chemotherapy, and her hair had already fallen out quite a bit.

Unexpectedly, David showed up.

He handed me a gift, unusually polite.

"It's for your mom. How is she doing?" he said.

I raised an eyebrow, refusing to take it. Flattery without cause was always suspicious.

His company wasn't huge, but if word got out about this, it could affect future business partnerships.

His sudden meekness and attempts to charm me were…