The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 559

Gloria stood frozen in place. As she watched her daughter's silhouette fade into the distance, the tears she had been fighting finally spilled over.

...

At the hospital.

Leilani's body had mostly recovered, and the doctor had cleared her to go home for further rest.

Callahan Langley followed closely behind her after handling the discharge paperwork.

Standing on the hospital steps, Leilani slightly narrowed her eyes, soaking in the long-forgotten warmth of the sun on her face. During her time in the ward, she had almost forgotten how fresh the outside air smelled. Lying in that hospital bed day after day had left her bones feeling incredibly stiff.

Steady footsteps sounded behind her. Callahan stepped to her side, naturally taking the duffel bag from her hands while his other arm wrapped gently around her shoulders. "Watch your step."

Leilani turned her head to look at him, a faint smile on her lips. "I'm not that fragile."

Callahan raised an eyebrow. "The doctor said you need at least another week of absolute rest."

Leilani felt a wave of helplessness, but she didn't argue. She let him meticulously guide her into the car like she was made of glass.

...

Arriving back at Celestial Heights, Callahan didn't take Leilani straight to her own place. Instead, he led her all the way to his apartment.

At first, Leilani was completely puzzled. But the moment she pushed the door open, she froze in her tracks.

The dining table was covered with an array of exquisite dishes. In the center sat a fresh bouquet of white baby's breath—her absolute favorite flower.

She turned to look at Callahan. "Did you cook all this?"

No wonder he had been so adamant about bringing her here. He had been preparing a surprise for her all along.

Callahan casually slipped off his coat. "Yeah. I just threw a few things together. Think of it as a little welcome-home feast to wash away the hospital gloom."

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