A curious smile appeared on Cherise's face. "I haven't reviewed your sister's medical file yet, but I'm intrigued by her unique constitution. Does she have a vitamin C allergy? Or can she consume fruits and vegetables like regular people?"
Ursula sat frozen, unable to find words.
The room became heavy with tension. Suddenly, Rowena, reclining quietly in her wheelchair, opened her eyes.
"Lula, why are you crying?" Rowena's voice was frantic as she looked at her tear-streaked sister.
Feigning shock, Rowena turned to Ursula. "Who upset you? What's wrong?"
Damien's smile instantly disappeared. "Rowena, your timing couldn't have been worse," he said, his tone icy.
His words caused Rowena's hand, resting on the wheelchair, to clench into a tight fist. Nevertheless, she managed to turn to Damien with a look of surprise. "Damien, when did you return? I thought you were buried in work again today."
Her gaze shifted to Cherise, who stood beside Damien with her arms crossed. "Ms. Shaw, could you explain this situation? When did Damien arrive? And why is Lula crying?"
Cherise scoffed, unfazed by Rowena's act. "Ms. Mortis just fainted, which naturally upset your sister. Damien came to check on you."
"Fainted?" Rowena feigned confusion. "I don't remember... I drank some water from Frances, felt a little drowsy, and then I must have fallen asleep."
Cherise's lips twitched into a knowing smirk. "So, Ms. Mortis, did you enjoy your little nap?"
"Well... yes," Rowena replied, her voice slightly hesitant.
Rowena returned an awkward smile and turned to Ursula, scolding her in a hushed tone, "I just dozed off! You tend to overreact. You must have alarmed Damien and Dr. Shaw."
Ursula pouted but remained silent.
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