Chapter Ninety Six

 EVELYN'S POV:

“Mr. Wyatt is better now, and according to the test report, he can be discharged. However, he will need close monitoring,” the doctor said.

I sighed in relief and thanked him.

Since Dad would need further care, I asked the caregiver to extend her service.

“It’s no problem, ma’am,” she assured me.

We collected all the necessary documents and medication before leaving the hospital. I helped my dad up, and we walked slowly to the car parked in the garage.

As we drove, I called Mia to update her.

“I’ll miss them a lot,” she said, referring to the kids. I could hear the sadness in her voice.

“My dad has been discharged, and we’re on our way home,” I shared.

She sounded happy and requested to speak to him. They chatted briefly before ending the call.

Shortly after, Leonard’s phone rang.

“Hello?” he answered. I sensed it was an urgent call, though the number seemed familiar.

“Call Alex,” he said after a moment, making me realize it wasn’t a new number.

When we got home, Leonard turned to me before stepping out of the car.

“I have an emergency at work,” he said sharply, his composed demeanor making me slightly uneasy. He kissed me and left without further explanation.

The caregiver and I helped my dad into the house. Once inside, I showed her around, and we quickly got to know each other better. She seemed so approachable and kind that I already liked her.

“If coming home every day becomes stressful, you’re welcome to move in,” I offered.

She politely declined.

“It’s fine by me,” I said with a smile before leaving to work on the documents I’d brought from the office.

As I walked to my room, I took out my phone and dialed Leonard, wanting to check on him. His number wasn’t connecting, but I tried not to overthink it.

Once in my room, I felt a wave of relief. I took a deep breath, settled at my desk, and got to work. A little while later, I strolled to the kitchen for a glass of juice, which I sipped as I continued working.

Two hours passed, and my stomach began to rumble. I headed back to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat, but remembered I had let my cooks go when I thought I’d be moving in with Leonard.

Frustrated, I sighed and ordered food online. With no plans to leave my room until my work was done, I considered going to Dad’s for a meal but decided against it.

After placing my order, I returned to my desk. The plan to move in with Leonard was postponed for now due to my dad’s health. It only made sense for me to stay with him during this time.

A notification pinged on my phone—it was the delivery person. I stepped out and called one of the house guards to collect the food for me.

Once inside, I opened the delivery and began eating when Leonard called.

“What’s going on?” I asked, skipping any formalities.

“It’s just work. I’ll be done soon, but I wanted to check in and see how you and our baby are doing,” he said calmly.

“We’re fine, but we’d be better if you were here,” I replied with a grin.

“I’ll see you as soon as I can. I have to go now,” he said before hanging up.

I held onto the sound of his voice for a moment, smiling to myself, before getting back to work.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door.

“Hold on!” I called out as I went to answer it. One of the house staff stood there holding a platter of food and a bouquet of flowers.

“These were delivered for you a few minutes ago,” he said, handing them to me.

I didn’t need to guess—they were from Leonard. I thanked him, took the items, and headed back inside.

The sweet fragrance of the flowers filled the room as I set everything down. Opening the food platter, I found an assortment of chocolates alongside the meal. As I picked up the chocolates, a card fell out.

I picked it up and read it with a smile, as though Leonard’s words were being spoken directly to me:

“My Dear Evelyn, I miss you so much. Counting the minutes until I see you again. My regards to my baby.”

I blushed as I tucked the card back into the bouquet. Leonard hadn’t changed at all—he was just as intentional as he was when we first met. I nibbled on the chocolates, completely losing my appetite for the meal.

“May I come in, ma’am?” a voice called from outside. It was the caregiver.

“Sure,” I replied, and she stepped in.

She complimented my house, and I thanked her, offering her a seat.

“Mr. Wyatt is sleeping, and I was a bit bored,” she said with a smile.

“That’s okay. I only hope you can tolerate my boring self,” I joked.

“If you say so,” she laughed, adjusting herself on the couch. She also complimented the flowers.

As I worked, she surprisingly offered to assist me. Together, we made decisions and even managed to add some fun to the tasks.

When I grew tired, she organized the work and even offered to massage my feet.

“Why are you helping me?” I asked, curious.

“You’re my employer,” she replied simply, smiling.

“But this isn’t in your job description,” I reminded her.

“Regardless,” she said softly.

I thanked her again. As evening fell, it was time for her to leave, so she returned to Dad’s side while I went upstairs to freshen up.

After a bath, I dressed and headed to check on my dad. When I arrived, the caregiver had already left.

“Hey, Dad. How do you feel?” I asked.

“Better,” he replied with a faint smile.

We spent the rest of the evening chatting about various topics. However, I couldn’t help but notice how much he had changed—his voice was faint, and his countenance weaker than before.