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These were Xyla’s photos.
The mental health hospital was relatively special. The majority of the patients had below-average
immune systems. In order to prevent germs and viruses brought in through family visitations, the
hospital recently changed its rules.
Family members could only visit once a month while the patients had to stay in the hospital the rest of
the time, taken care of by professionals.
Cordelia could not see her mother whenever she pleased like she used to now. That was why Seth
took photos occasionally—thanks to his duty’s convenience—and brought them to her, so she knew
that her mother was doing well.
“Ms. Irwin’s recovering well,” Seth said with a chuckle. “The nurse who’s taking care of her says that
she’s behaving just like an ordinary person recently, whether it’s conversations or outdoor activities. I
went through her medical record and asked her doctor too. Her recent dosage has been halved.”
“Really?” This was undoubtedly great news to Cordelia.
“Yeah.” Seth nodded. “But I’m only a doctor transferred here to learn. I don’t have too much authority,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtso I can’t always take you in to visit her. Otherwise, you’d be surprised!”
“Don’t say that.” Cordelia smiled gratefully. “These photos are wonderful! Dr. Stafford, thank you so
much.”
“You’re too courteous.” Seth pressed his lips together. “I should be thanking you!”
“Thank me?”
Seth was a little embarrassed but scratched his head and replied with a smile, “I’ve been going on
dates with Linda recently… Heh, I know that you must have put in a lot of good words for me, right?
Thank you, Cordelia!”
Cordelia was sincerely happy for him and wished Linda the best. It was just that she did not know if
Linda had told him about… that.
She fell quiet for a moment before smiling at him. “You have yourself to thank for. Linda’s moved by
your sincerity.”
“But if you didn’t organize the trip, I wouldn’t have moved along so fast with her.”
“Alright, let’s stop thanking each other. It’s like we’re strangers!” Cordelia beamed. She turned to pull
the drawer open when she suddenly remembered something.
“Right, the boxing club Marcus’ in has a match this weekend. This is the ticket. Come with Linda?”
Seth’s eyes glowed. “Marcus’ match?”
“Not him. It’s a few students he’s teaching.” Cordelia smiled.
“Oh, we have to go for sure! Let’s see how good the students are when they have such a stern
teacher!”
“Mm, we’ll be expecting you!”
Cordelia sent Seth to the exit and carefully kept the photos when she returned to her office before
diving back into work.
During this half a year of her marriage with Marcus, their relationship improved every day. Their jobs
were stable as well, and they worked hard for each other.
Her mother was doing better with her illness, and Carter had left the trauma of being a bully victim,
currently preparing for his exam to enroll in the university he wanted.
Each time she was in danger, it would always turn out alright—it was even a blessing in disguise
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsometimes.
Cordelia thought back to how her world was dark and lightless, like she was in an abyss half a year
ago. The heavens probably could not bear to see her suffer so much, thus sending Marcus to save her,
she mused.
She smiled, happiness evident from her dimples.
…
Cordelia came to the competition venue early in the weekend. The place filled up in a while.
Just like last time, Marcus put her right in the center.
Linda and Seth came some time later.
“Cordelia, this place is great!” Seth exclaimed. Watching the cheering crowd and enthusiastic athletes,
he felt like he had entered a new realm and could hardly keep up.
The few brawny men on stage were Marcus’ students. Their strikes were fast, brutal, and precise. Their
opponents could barely counter and kept retreating. As the bells rang, the winners were almost always
Marcus’ students.
As the main instructor, Marcus calmly sat backstage, and a hint of approval flashed in his frosty
expression.