In no time, Bianca moved to another room, completely different from the one Eleanor had prepared. This room's decor suited her taste. As a lawyer, she preferred simplicity and tidiness over extravagance."Thank you," Bianca said, acknowledging Carol's efforts."Sir has always respected your wishes, Ms. Bianca. He's your father, and if you have any requests, feel free to tell him. He'll be happy to accommodate," Carol assured her.Bianca nodded in agreement as Carol left the room.Feeling exhausted after her surgery, Bianca quickly drifted into a drowsy state. But her phone buzzed persistently, interrupting her rest."Hello," she answered groggily, her voice heavy with sleepiness."Why aren't you at the hospital?" Malcolm's voice came through the phone, barely concealing his anger.Since the miscarriage, he had been on edge, as if Bianca had deliberately caused it. Bianca couldn't be bothered to engage with him and hung up without a word.As soon as she ended the call, her phone
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