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Oliver blinked, caught off guard. “What about Mrs. Norris, then?”

Kristopher’s tone was unwavering as he asserted, “We’re staring down a life-and-death situation. It’s clear what needs to take priority.”

Understanding dawned on Oliver, his expression dimming slightly in resignation.

Adding a final directive, Kristopher remarked, “Be sure to pick up 99 of those roses.”

“Understood,” Oliver responded, his toneden with a mix of duty and hesitation. He chose to hold back any further questions.

He carefully arranged the roses—dark pink and elegantly wrapped in crisp white paper and gauze—on the passenger seat and made his way back to the flower shop.

Kristopher inspected the bouquet in his car with a critical eye. These flowers, rich in hue and wrapped with more sophistication than the typical red, caught the light beautifully.

Shortly thereafter, Oliver reappeared with an additional bouquet, cing it gently beside the first. He then slid into the driver’s seat, ignited the engine, and they were off.

The hospital was only a short distance away, and they made it there swiftly.

Once parked, Oliver sprang from the car and swung open the back door with a flourish.

Roses in hand, Kristopher stepped out briskly, and they paced quickly toward the hospital’s bustling entrance. All the while, hidden cameras discreetly documented their every move, capturing the urgency of their journey.

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In the hospital room, Lise rested on the bed, herplexion ashen and her lips colorless, appearing even frailer than on previous asions. As Kristopher entered the room, she was about to greet him, but her attention was captured by the roses that Oliver held discreetly behind him. Her eyes sparkled with delight. “They’re gorgeous!” she eximed with a weak but genuine smile.

Gently, she attempted to sit up, propping herself on her elbows. “Please, stay down,” Kristopher urged, swiftlying to her aid. He tenderly supported her by the head, easing her back onto the pillow with care.

Just then, Elva walked in with Lise’s medication, catching the tender scene. She approached briskly, her voiceced with concern. “You need to rest. ‘zing Sun’ is about to begin production. How do you n to join the team if you don’t look after yourself? We can’t afford to vite the contract due to your health.”

Oliver set the roses beside her bed and quietly exited.

Lise reached out, her fingers lightly caressing the petals as she smiled warmly at Elva. “You worry too much, Elva.”

Kristopher’s brow furrowed in thought, his voice soft and hesitant as he broached a delicate subject. “Perhaps… it might be time to consider leaving the industry. I can provide for you in any way you need. If you’re passionate about acting, maybe stepping into a role as a producer could suit you…”

Lise shook her head, her smile still in ce but her eyes serious. “I’m not like Ms. Campbell, Kristopher. I couldn’t bear the thought of being dependent on someone else. Whether it’s the Norris family or anyone else, they all seem to think I’m just after your fortune…”

Interrupting her, Kristopher asserted firmly, “Lise, I’ve never believed that, and you shouldn’t be concerned with their opinions.”

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