Chapter 1303

I froze for a moment before quickly piecing things together. Earlier this morning, Bruce barged into my ward and said many things. Somewhere in that conversation, he mentioned Dorothea—something about only being able to come because she was asleep and his time was limited. I hadn't paid attention then, but now it clicked—he had come to my ward because Dorothea was also in this hospital. And Ernest was here to bring her a meal. Ernest had always been suspicious of my relationship with Bruce. Now, after running into me here, he was clearly growing even more suspicious. His sharp gaze scrutinized me as if he were trying to confirm something. "Madam Harold is hospitalized here?" I frowned slightly, keeping my tone as casual as possible. "I had no idea. If I had known earlier, I would have visited her. How is she doing?" "You're… not here to see my grandmother? Bruce didn't tell you she was in the hospital?" Ernest raised an eyebrow again. My frown deepened, and my voice became shar