Chapter 710

Chapter 710:

Her sharp tongue left Eric momentarily stunned. His face paled slightly, and with an exasperated sigh, he slumped back against the pillows.

Through clenched teeth, he muttered under his breath, mostly to the nurse beside him,

“Whatever. Just let me starve. If I waste away, I waste away. Not like anyone actually gives a damn.”

Awkwardly lingering near the door, the nurse hesitated.

“Miss Pearson, we… we really can’t give him any medication on an empty stomach. How about I come back later?”

Not waiting for a reply, she swiftly made her exit.

If anything happened to Eric, even their hospital director wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences. It was safer to step back and let things play out.

“Miss Pearson.”

Before the door could fully close, another figure rushed in.

It was Eric’s personal caregiver, a man in his forties, who had been overseeing his care since his hospitalization. He had only stepped out briefly to send Eric’s dirty laundry for washing, and now he looked slightly out of breath.

Gesturing toward the dining table, he explained,

“Breakfast was delivered earlier, but Mr. Flynn refused to eat until you arrived.” He cast an apologetic glance at her. “You see…”

Hadley exhaled slowly, shaking her head in resignation.

“Alright, I get it,” she said, deciding not to make things harder for him. “Go handle what you need to.”

𝖁𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖋𝗋𝗈𝗆 Ⳍ𝓪𝗅𝓷𝗈𝗏𝗲𝗅𝓈ꓹ𝚌𝓸𝓂

“Thank you, Miss Pearson.” With a polite nod, the caregiver left.

Hadley turned her gaze toward the man sulking in bed before heading to the dining table.

She opened the insulated food container, revealing a light but appetizing meal.

She quietly served a small bowl, then carried it over to the bedside.

“Eat something,” she said, holding the bowl out. “It’ll help with the IV.”

But Eric remained still, turned away from her, refusing to acknowledge her presence.

Hadley arched a brow, a knowing smirk playing at her lips.

“Are you eating or not?”

Silence.

A dry chuckle escaped her.

“Seriously?” she scoffed. “Enough already. It’s your body, not mine. If you want to starve yourself or end up with some medical complication from an empty stomach, go ahead. But don’t expect me to feel sorry for you.”

Her patience was thinning.

“If you don’t want it, fine.”

She stood, ready to walk away with the bowl.

“Hadley!”

Before she could take another step, Eric suddenly turned and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm.

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