Chapter 92
RIZ Every day, I went to the hospital with Justin. He adjusted his schedule and never left my side. He only stepped out when he had to attend a meeting, but we mostly spent our time at the hospital with my father. I think Dad had gotten used to my husband’s presence because one morning when Justin wasn’t with me, he asked about him. “He had a meeting at eight, Dad, but he’ll be here after. He said he’s bringing us lunch.” “It’s probably another one of those healthy meals. So bland,” my father complained. “When is the doctor letting me out? I’m getting bored here. I could go back to the office now that you’re with me.” I laughed. “Dad, your food has to be bland because salty and greasy stuff is bad for you, remember? And as for work, Justin and I are handling it. We’re studying the comp
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