Nathan was doing fine, and his condition was stable.


    The nurse left, and soon, Zayn''s voice could be heard from outside the room.


    "Mr. Hawk, you really need to take care of that hand. If you don''t get it treated soon, it could be permanently damaged."


    Wendy looked up. She noticed Stanley''s tall, handsome figure standing by the door. He had been there all along.


    Zayn, ncing at Wendy, added urgently, "Mrs. Hawk, Mr. Hawk''s hand is still bleeding. Please, just say something."


    Wendy noticed the blood staining the floor. His hand would likely need a lot of stitches.


    She stood up and walked toward the door.


    Stanley''s eyes lit up as he saw her approach. His tall frame shifted slightly, his face showing a flicker of hope.


    Zayn, relieved, said, "I knew it! Mrs. Hawk still cares about you. Mr. Hawk, you really should-"


    But before he could finish, Wendy reached out and shut the door with a firm m.


    The door nearly hit Zayn and Stanley''s faces, sending a cold draft through the gap.


    Zayn stood there, momentarily stunned, unsure of how to react.


    Stanley''s gaze dimmed, the light in his eyes vanishing instantly. He looked through the small window in the door and saw Wendy return to Nathan''s bedside. She held Nathan''s hand and soon fell asleep with her head resting on the edge of the bed.


    Stanley gave a bitter, self-mocking smile.


    A week passed, and Nathan had made a remarkable recovery. Stanley knew Nathan had fully regained consciousness by now.


    In his office at Hawk Group, Stanley was reviewing documents when his phone rang. It was Glinda calling.


    Since thest time Glinda had been out with Wendy for a milkshake and a foot massage, she had been grounded and forbidden from leaving the house.


    "Hello, Grandma," Stanley answered.


    "Stanley, what have you and Wendy been up to? Why haven''t you beening home to see metely? Come home for dinner tonight. I miss you two." Glinda''s loving voice came through the line.


    There was still a bandage wrapped around his left hand he had 23 stitches, and the wound was still healing. He held the phone with his right hand, silent.


    He knew Wendy had spent the entire week at the hospital, never leaving Nathan''s side.


    "Stanley, did you hear me? I said, bring Wendy home for dinner tonight," Glinda urged.


    Stanley''s expression remained unreadable, his tone t. "Yeah, okay."


    That evening, Stanley returned to the Hawk family''s estate


    Glinda greeted him happily, but her smile faltered when she saw he was alone. "Stanley, why are you here alone? Where''s Wendy?"


    Stanley had driven home by himself.


    He noticed the disappointment on Glinda''s face and replied "Grandma, she''s busy with school. If you miss her, you can call her and ask her toe home for dinner."


    Without hesitation, Glinda picked up thendline in the living room. "I''ll call her right now."


    Stanley sank into the couch and casually picked up a business newspaper to read.


    Glinda''s call quickly connected, and Wendy''s clear, melodious voice came through the line. "Hey, Grandma."


    Glinda smiled warmly. "Wendy, you''ve been so busytely, haven''t you? You nevere to see me. Tonight, I''ve had a big dinner prepared, soe home and join me for dinner."


    At that moment, a maid entered, setting a cup of tea next to Stanley. "Mr. Hawk, please have some tea." Stanley didn''t react, as if he hadn''t heard her.


    Wendy''s voice returned, this time tinged with regret. "Grandma, I''m sorry, but I have a friend in the hospital. I need to stay with him tonight, so I won''t be able toe for dinner."


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