Vincent sat in the back seat of the car, playing the audio recording on his phone.
When Katelyn openly admitted to Zoey her feelings for Vincent, it instantly brought a smile to his face, lightening his previously somber mood.
He hadn’t used to like Zoey, but now she might actually be useful.
Samuel watched in silence through the rearview mirror as Vincent kept replaying the recording.
Building up his confidence, he asked, “Mr. Adams, when are you planning to start the next phase of your plan? Miss Bailey has already confessed how she feels, after all.”
Vincent casually switched off his phone and, in his usual composed tone, said, “Just take it step by step—there’s no rush.”
He understood why Katelyn was so cautious and hesitant when it came to relationships, especially after everything she’d been through.
The most crucial thing was that the engagement between him and Ryanna remained unsettled.
He had to take care of everything first before telling Katelyn how he felt.
After hanging up the phone, Katelyn went to Carol’s hospital room.
Seeing Carol looking healthier, Katelyn felt a sense of relief.
“Grandma,” Katelyn called out to the older woman, hurriedly moving over, her face filled with concern.
“How do you feel today? Does it hurt anywhere?”
Carol squeezed Katelyn’s hand and smiled.
“I’m feeling much better now. You’ve been taking care of me nonstop while I was sick. It’s been tough on you.”
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Katelyn shook her head.
“No, it’s really not that hard. I just hope you feel better soon.”
Carol nodded, feeling pleased as she looked at Katelyn with increasing affection.
She had finally accepted Katelyn and Neil’s divorce, and then a comforting thought suddenly came to her.
Maybe the marriage ended not just because of Neil’s mistakes, but as a way to bring Katelyn closer to herself. Without this marriage, how would she have such a wonderful companion like Katelyn?
As they talked, Carol suddenly remembered the gossip she had overheard from the nurses earlier that morning. Her expression shifted slightly as she looked toward the door and lowered her voice.
“Katelyn, be honest with me — are you in some kind of trouble?”
The nurses had been quite vocal, even calling Katelyn things like “murderer.”
Katelyn pretended not to know and asked, “I’m just consumed by work every day. What kind of trouble could there be? Did you perhaps hear some rumors going around? Relax. Rumors are just rumors.”
Carol nodded, thinking carefully.
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