As soon as Samantha heard the creak of the door opening, her heart started to pound. Her gaze was fixated on the door.

The nurse who had come to change the IV drip paused at the sight of the two of them staring oddly at her.

“Is there something I can help you with?” she asked.

William’s hopeful gaze dimmed instantly.

Samantha, on the other hand, looked as if she’d just been granted reprieve. She felt relieved Rachel wasn’t there.

William stepped forward as he asked, “Could I trouble you to tell me who’s been caring for Mr. Lloyd the past couple of days?”

“His daughter, of course,” the nurse replied.

William pulled up a photo of Rachel on his phone and showed it to her. “Was it this person?”

The nurse studied it for a moment, seemingly trying to recall, then shook her head. “No, that’s not her.”

Samantha watched William’s urgency with a heavy heart. Her usual innocent-looking eyes were now bloodshot with jealousy and bitterness. If she had known William still cared this much about Rachel, she never should have said anything in the first place.

She took a deep breath, walked to William’s side, and said softly, “William, I told you. I must’ve been mistaken. Let it go. We don’t have a good relationship with the Lloyd family right now anyway. We should leave before things get awkward.”

William followed her out of the room.

Once they left, the nurse changed Jim’s IV drip, and only then did Rachel open the door and come in.

The nurse turned and saw her. “Ms. Lloyd, I already sent those two away for you.”

Rachel handed her an envelope. “Thank you for the trouble.”

The nurse took it with a smile. “It was only a small favor. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now.”

“I’ll have to rely on you to look after my dad. I may be busy with other things the next few days and can’t be here around the clock.”

The nurse beamed, feeling the weight of the envelope. “Of course. Thank you.”

Rachel closed the door as the nurse left. Her expression, which had remained calm just moments ago, turned cold in an instant.

In truth, she had seen Samantha even before Samantha saw her. It wasn’t that she wanted to hide, but rather, now wasn’t the time for a reunion.

She wanted Samantha to think she’d caught a glimpse of her. She wanted to let them wonder and suffer from the uncertainty.

Rachel wanted to be someone they thought had long since died, but now suddenly lingered like a vengeful ghost. Wouldn’t that gnaw at them far more than a confrontation?

“R–Rachel-” Jim’s weak voice pulled Rachel back from her thoughts.

She turned to him and brought a cup to his lips.

“Dad, have some water.”

Jim struggled to take a few sips. He then reached for Rachel’s hand.

“Did you get the documents?”

“I did. They’re all right here.”

Rachel handed everything over to him.

Jim gave her a will. “This is for you, and this is the deed to a house I’ve left in your name. Also, don’t open this letter unless you have absolutely no other choice.”

Rachel wasn’t attached to the Lloyd family’s wealth, but the letter piqued her curiosity. “Dad, what’s in the letter?”

“Just promise me, don’t open it unless you absolutely must. Keep it safe. Rachel, I’ve wronged you. I let you suffer so much over the years. But I’m just glad that you’re still alive. You’re a—“ Jim suddenly choked on his words.

Rachel had never blamed him.

Even when he brought Yvette into their home, when the entire Lloyd family had turned their backs on her, and even when Gerald had kicked her out, Jim had always treated her kindly.

She knew she wasn’t his biological daughter, and for him to do this much was already more than enough. She had never expected more.

She gently patted his chest, afraid his emotions might get the better of him and cause him difficulty breathing.

“Alright, Dad. You’re not fully to blame. You’ve already done more than enough for me. You don’t need to carry any guilt. Right now, don’t think about anything else. Just focus on getting better.”

Jim clutched her hand tightly, trembling as he tried to speak.