Aaron took the luggage, and Camila went to help her mother out of the room. As they walked down the hallway, she noticed the expensive supplements still sitting on the bench.
“I wonder which patient left those here,” she mused.
Jerry’s brow furrowed at the sight of them. “Why are those things still here?”
Melissa scoffed. “Such hypocrisy.”
Camila immediately understood who they were from. Her expression hardened. “Did they come back to harass you, Mom?”
“No, not really,” Jerry said. “Just the assistant came by, but the men Dennis posted outside stopped him.”
Relieved, Camila walked over, picked up the bags, and dropped them straight into a nearby trash can. Just as her mother had said, they had no need for insincere, belated gestures of concern.
Afterward, she took her mother’s arm again. “Let’s go home.”
Her parents said no more, and the group left the hospital.
As they departed, none of them noticed Jordan Smith standing around the corner, his gaze fixed on the discarded items in the trash can, a bitter, dazed look in his eyes. He never thought the day would come when a gift from him would be thrown away like garbage.
So this is what it felt like to be discarded.
Nathan, standing silently behind him, was not surprised. After a moment, his phone rang. He stepped aside to take the call. After a brief conversation, he returned to Jordan.
“Sir, it was a lawyer from Dennis Williams’s office. They want to discuss visitation arrangements for Lillian.”
Jordan’s brow twitched. “He certainly works fast,” he said, his tone unreadable.
Nathan didn’t comment, simply adding, “He’s affiliated with Cabinda’s top law firm and has hired their best attorney for this type of case. Apparently, this lawyer has never lost. Do you wish to meet with them personally?”
A cold smile touched Jordan’s lips. “Why wouldn’t I?”


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