Forrest asked, "Has he visited you?"

Sylvia nodded, smiling gently. "He's been here non-stop. But with his age, I worried about his health, so I sent him home. The doctor will check on me later. If everything's okay, I'll be discharged tonight."

"If he ever does you wrong, he's gonna deal with me."

She chuckled. "Go get some sleep. I'm gonna take a stroll downstairs. Later, I'll whip up your favorite dish."

"Make sure someone goes with you."

"I got it."

After a long flight back, Forrest was exhausted. He settled onto Sylvia's bed and was out like a light in no time.

Walking downstairs with her nurse, a sudden tightness gripped Sylvia's chest, leading to a fierce bout of coughing. She covered her mouth with a pristine white handkerchief, and when she pulled it back, it was stained with blood.

"Madam... are you..."

Sylvia kept her cool, saying, "It's just an old health issue. Don't mention it to my husband or my son; I don't want them stressing out."

"Got it, Madam."

She threw