Esmond's POV
When I returned to the ward, several minutes had passed.
Camellia was asleep, though her brow remained furrowed in discomfort.
I sat opposite Eugenia and noticed a bouquet on the table, which I found oddly irritating.
Suddenly, I stood and picked up the flowers, heading out.
Eugenia frowned and followed me.
Seeing me toss the flowers into the trash bin at the end of the corridor, she caught up.
"What's wrong with you? These were given to Cam by someone who came to see her. What gives you the right to throw them away?"
"Calm down. As her mate, I have the right to handle these things for her."
Eugenia sneered. "Regardless of whether Lionel is your uncle, you have no right to dispose of things given to Cam by friends."
I glared at her. "Eugenia, I'm sparing you because
