“Mr. King, it was young Mr. Lambert who tipped off Howard," a bodyguard reported after inquiring.
Why would Daniel intervene?
Daniel's behavior towards Renee seemed somewhat exceptional.
However, Marcelo couldn't dwell on that now.
His thoughts were consumed by Renee’s admission. "The person I like is Marcelo."
Those words were akin to rain on parched earth, a flicker of hope that set his heart racing and soul trembling.
Marcelo felt an overwhelming joy, a sensation unparalleled, surpassing even their most intimate moments.
Yet, Renee had confessed to developing feelings for Howard.
She had told him she liked Howard.
Didn’t she mean that?
***********
“Daniel, why did you tell Howard about Renee’s location in the hospital? Didn't you realize he was trying to steal Renee from Marcelo?" Susanna questioned angrily.
“I inadvertently let it slip; it won't happen again," Daniel replied, pretending to be sorry.
He was trying to get Howard to be with Renee.
Marcelo’s upbringing had been so skewed; he never learned what true love looked like. The only affection he knew was from a late brother, leaving him with heavy burdens.
If Renee were his sister, Daniel would never consent to her marrying Marcelo.
He wanted Renee, still so young, to have better choices.
*********
At that moment, Marcelo walked into the room.
He lifted the lid off the food thermos, releasing the scent of mushroom chicken strip porridge into the room.
“That shop stopped making mushroom chicken strip porridge." Renee’s voice was tense, a stark contrast to the gentleness she'd shown Howard.
“I requested it specially for my wife," Marcelo explained.
He pressed a bedside button, raising the meal table, and placed the porridge on it.
The porridge had been a specialty of the shop until two years ago. After the owner's spouse died of cancer, it vanished from the menu.
“I'm not hungry," Renee said, turning to the window, an air of detachment surrounding her. "I need to rest."

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