Chapter 210

Hannah assumed that Daphne had shown up to stir up trouble again, and a quiet unease began to settle in her chest.

"Show some respect," said a voice sternly.

Only when Hannah heard Miles' voice did her guard drop. Surprise colored her words. "Mr. Whitaker? !didn't expect you."

Daphne grumbled a few words in dissatisfaction.

"Not just him, I'm here too," a female voice chimed in.

"Mrs. Whitaker!" Hannah couldn't help but smile at the familiar gentleness in Irene's voice.

Setting down a basket of fruits, Miles addressed Hannah, "Word got around that you weren't well. I wanted to see how you were holding up. I hope this isn't a bad time."

Quick to reassure him, Hannah responded, "Not at al. I actually hoped to speak with you, Mr. Whitaker."

Guessing her intention, Miles asked, "Is this about Polaris Tech?"

Oddly enough, although Hannah couldn't see for now, and her eyes were vacant and unfocused, Miles felt he'd just seen the glint of excitement in her eyes. There was no hiding that spark.

"Right again," Hannah replied with a soft laugh. A sense of relief settled over her, knowing that Nova Tech was making strides on the wristband project based on user feedback, so there was little left for her to worry about.

Eager to share, Miles filled Hannah in on the latest progress with Polaris Tech's gaming line.

While their conversation grew more animated, Irene quietly slipped away to wash some fruit.

Miles explained every detail in a calm, measured tone. Hannah felt the weight lift from her shoulders. The gaming project was on track, and her anticipation for the finished game quietly grew.

Standing off to the side, Daphne eyed Hannah suspiciously."Dyou even know anything about gaming?"she blurted out.

A swift look from Miles silenced her. "You're speaking out of turn again."

"It's fine, Mr. Whitaker." A gentle smile spread across Hannah's face as she turned in the direction of Daphne's voice. "I actually have a good grasp of gaming."

Not letting the moment pass, Miles gave Daphne a pointed look. "You do remember the real reason you're here,don't you?"

Daphne twisted her fingers and murmured, "I'm sorry." Her voice was almost inaudible.

Hannah didn't catch it and asked in confusion, "What is it?"

Drawing a deep breath, Daphne hissed, "I said I'm sorry. Satisfied?" Her gaze shifted to Miles as she uttered the last word.

Without waiting for a reply, Daphne dashed out of the room.

Watching his sister's retreating figure, Miles let out a resigned breath. "She's always gotten her way since we were kids. Please forgive her behavior and what happened before. I apologize on her behalf."

"It's alright, Mr. Whitaker. It's all in the past," Hannah assured him. So much had happened since that day,and she had long since let it go.

Before Hannah could add anything else, a chorus of cheerful voices spilled in from the hallway. Her parents,along with Miles' mother, were approaching. They chatted and laughed, creating a lively atmosphere.

Irene had bumped into Raymond and Margaret while searching for the right hospital room.

As soon as Irene mentioned Hannah, Raymnond and Margaret had instantly grasped her intention.Once they started chatting,they'd hit it off instantly.

Smiling, Margaret's attention landed on Mil es, and she posed the question to Irene. "So this is your son? He's quite dashing."

Irene responded with genuine warmth,"Your daughter is absolutely lovely."

Curiosity got the better of Margaret, who peppered Miles with questions, leaving Hannah to massage her temples in resignation.

Throughout the conversation, Miles answered every question with patience and politeness.

When Hannah's parents' enthusiasm became a bit much, Miles gracefully cited work as his excuse to leave.

Slipping out into the hallway, he immediately noticed'Vincent waiting nearby in awheelchair,watching him quietly.

Vincent's expression was somber."Let's talk."

Nodding,Miles pushed his wheelchair down the corridor, heading toward the hospital's garden walkway.

Out of nowhere, Vincent remarked, "Hannah's parents are very pleased with you."

Miles couldn't resist poking Vincent for fun. "Yeah. It's gotten a bit out of hand. I heard someone gets chased away every day."

Day after day, Vincent found himself halted at the threshold of Hannah's ward, always sent away before he could see her.

Vincent glared at him. "You seem to know quite a lot."

Miles only lifted an eyebrow, unfazed. "Let's cut to the point."

Vincent sat up straighter. "I need you to think of a reason, any reason, to take Hannah away from here."

Confusion flickered in Miles' eyes. "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Without holding back, Vincent explained firmly, "She needs expert care. I want her to get proper treatment,but I don't want her parents to worry themselves sick." He grasped that Hannah's parents would only feel at ease if they assumed he wasn't the one who had proposed the treatment plan and arranged every detail. "Have you even talked to Hannah about this? Would she agree?" Miles asked, clearly doubtful that Hannah wanted Vincent involved in her decisions.

Vincent lowered his gaze. Hannah would never agree. She wouldn't accept his help. At this point, however,her wishes took a back seat to what he saw as urgent.

Vincent sidestepped the question entirely and said in a firm voice, "Everything's been arranged-the facility,the medical team. She's going to get the best care possible."

A moment of hesitation crossed Miles's face. "It sounds more like keeping her locked away. Don't you worry that she'll resent you for it?"

"If that's what it takes,'then so be it." Vincent's voice came out rough with emotion. Night after night, every time he shut his eyes, all he could picture was Hannah's struggle with daily needs due to her blindness.For him, nothing else mattered. If there was even a chance her sight could be restored, he was ready to sacrifice anything.