When they walked into Linford’s private ward, he called someone on his phone. He hung up the phone the minute he saw Cristelle.

Drew sat on the couch, holding Candace on his lap, “You’re not working right now, are you? Haven’t you heard what the doctor told you? You can’t exhaust yourself, or it would only get worse.”

Linford put his phone on the nightstand, “I only called Alfred to do something for me.”

Cristelle poured him a glass of water, “Can you listen to the doctor and ...