"You’ll find out once you’re discharged."

Ivy pouted, clearly displeased.

Just then, a nurse wearing a mask appeared at the door and knocked lightly. "Excuse me, Mrs. Lancaster, we need to give you your IV drip."

Ivy reached out her hand for the injection.

Ethan maneuvered his wheelchair closer, positioning himself beside her as he watched the nurse prepare the needle.

Her skin was fair and delicate, but after several days ...