"Yvonne, it's time for your rest. Stop chatting with irrelevant people. Who knows what kind of scheme she has for getting close to you."
Gloria was standing at the door, her gaze sweeping over Leilani with scrutiny and veiled rejection.
Yvonne pouted. "Mom, I haven't finished talking to Leilani."
Gloria frowned, her tone brooking no argument. "Look at your clothes. Go get changed first."
Yvonne's clothes were soaked with sweat from the rehab session. She glanced down, mumbled a reluctant "Oh," and whispered to Leilani, "Leilani, wait for me. I'll change and we can talk more!"
Leilani nodded, watching as the nurse wheeled her away.
The room was left with just her and Gloria now. The air stagnated for a moment.
Gloria stared at Leilani, her tone lukewarm. "Leilani, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you not to come to the hospital looking for Yvonne unless it's important?"
Leilani's expression didn't change. "I came to see her. Yvonne's legs are recovering well, but she hasn't fully regained her memory yet."
Gloria scoffed lightly. "Yes, at least there are no lasting side effects, otherwise..."
She didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear.
Leilani's fingers tightened slightly, but she remained calm. "Mrs. Sherwood, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first. Since you don't like seeing me here."
"Wait." As Leilani turned to go, Gloria suddenly called out to her.
Remembering the outburst Milford had earlier, Gloria felt conflicted. Yvonne was recovering, and no matter how much she didn't want to admit it, she couldn't hide Leilani's contribution. Pursuing the matter of her hurting Yvonne in the past seemed pointless now.
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