Chapter 409

Maryanne knew better than to openly show her disdain toward Xavier in front of the Fultons. Smiling, she helped Edith sit on the chair beside the hospital bed. "Mrs. Fulton Senior, I'm more considerate. I'm a woman, after all." She was only a few words away from chastising Xavier for his lack of conscience. How could someone like him possibly take care of anyone? Edith flashed her a smile before turning toward Lily. Every time Edith saw her, she looked different—she was thinner, more haggard, and more battered. She had lost so much weight that even her round face had become gaunt. "Does your hand still hurt? Tell them to use the best medicine on you. If it's unbearable, get some imported painkillers. You must take good care of yourself," Edith said, her voice tinged with distress. Shane placed a thermos he'd brought on the table. Opening the lid, he poured out a bowl of rich, milky broth. "I told the kitchen to make this according to my recipe. Drink more—it'll help you rec