The next day, Yvette Ray opened her eyes.
She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before gradually coming to her senses.
Turning her head, she saw Eleanor Sterling sitting in the chair beside her. She spoke, "Eleanor, were you here watching over me all night?"
Eleanor let out a hum, "No need to be too moved, we’re good sisters."
She knew what Yvette wanted to say and saw the guilt in Yvette’s eyes, realizing she felt sorry for her.
Last night, she did indeed just sleep casually nearby.
Alaric Faulkner squeezed onto that tiny folding bed with her; of course, he couldn’t leave her alone in the hospital.
Eleanor thought that Alaric should be the one feeling more wronged, after all, he was the dignified CEO of The Faulkner Group.
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Indeed, Eleanor was her good sister.
She wouldn’t wallow in self-pity anymore; she had already decided yesterday to move on and needed to recover quickly.
Yvette sat up, a spark of life flashed in her eyes, she didn’t look as frail as the day before.
She got up to wash up and then returned to the hospital bed.
After some tidying up, Yvette looked as if she had returned to normal on the surface; if you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t see the fragility in her eyes.
Eleanor had already opened the breakfast Alaric Faulkner bought and placed it in front of Yvette.
"You should come back to Aethelgard with me. Alaric and Faye Sterling are getting married; we’ll go to the ceremony."
Yvette looked at Eleanor in astonishment.
She felt like she was hallucinating. Did Eleanor just say that Alaric was getting married? And to Faye Sterling!
The most important thing was, Eleanor still wanted to attend the ceremony?
Seeing Yvette’s shocked expression, Eleanor laughed and told her the whole story.
After listening, Yvette finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She initially thought something had really happened with Eleanor, but since it was false, she could relax.
Eleanor stood up and said, "Alright, I’ve already asked Alaric to arrange the plane. Pack up, and we’ll leave this heart-wrenching place immediately."
Yvette nodded, "Okay."
As if remembering something, Eleanor added, "Oh right, Moira is also in Aethelgard. That rascal Ethan Finch took her to the Faulkner Family to play.
Don’t worry about her. I video-called her recently, and she’s in pretty good physical condition now."
Upon hearing about Moira, Yvette let out a sigh of relief. She hadn’t seen her for quite a few days and was eager to see Moira.
In the afternoon, they boarded the plane.
Yvette wore a hat and long sleeves, wrapping herself tightly; the doctor said she couldn’t catch a cold.
On the plane, Yvette unexpectedly saw Ethan Finch.
She had asked for his help yesterday, and now seeing him, she felt grateful.
Yvette smiled gently, nodded, and said, "Mr. Finch, thank you for yesterday."
Ethan smirked, his eyes behind his glasses squinting playfully, "You finally remembered my name."
Hearing the tease, Yvette felt a bit embarrassed.
Alaric Faulkner, beside them, explained, "Ethan has done a lot of research on leukemia. I asked him to check on Moira’s condition."
Yvette looked at Alaric gratefully, then repeatedly thanked him.
Alaric wrapped an arm around Eleanor’s waist, smiling, "Helping Eleanor’s sisters is something I should do."
Eleanor rolled her eyes at him, indicating he should restrain himself in front of others.
Alaric ignored her, instead smiled even more, his thick skin was truly impressive.
Although Yvette wasn’t very happy herself, seeing Eleanor doing well now made her feel very cheerful.
She smiled softly, showing a long-lost smile.
The plane soon took off, quickly disappearing into the clouds, heading towards Aethelgard.