After exchanging pleasantries, Kayla reluctantly left the ward. "Mom, take care of yourself," she said as she departed. "I'll go home now, but I'll make some soup and come back to keep you company in a couple of days."

"Alright, you're such a good girl," Myra responded with her usual gentle smile.

Once Kayla was gone, a silence settled over the ward. Myra reached out, gently tracing Dexter's still face. "I don't believe you just fell ill like this," she murmured, her words seeming directed at him and herself. "I don't believe you'd ever want to end your life. The doctor said you were agitated, but Kayla was the only one with you. What could have happened?"

Lowering her head, she recalled something she hadn't told Kayla: she still had the two million dollars she'd received from Sebastian. After medical expenses, a substantial sum remained. With it, she would move Dexter to a better hospital, find a renowned doctor. She vowed to bring him back.

Taking a deep breath, Myra waited until Dexter slept again before quietly leaving to find the nurse. She needed answers. What had really happened? Why had Kayla said he'd tried to kill himself? Would someone truly suffocate themselves with a pillow or blanket?

The nurse shook her head. "Mrs. Fuller, I honestly don't know. I only remember your daughter shouting that your husband was going to kill himself. She told me to get help. When I rushed in, his face was already turning purple. He almost died. We found he'd pulled out his IV needle; the wound was clear. As for why... I truly don't know."

The nurse recounted everything she knew. Myra pressed her palm to her hand, asking, "So, only my husband and daughter were in the ward? No one else?"

"Yes, just them," the nurse nodded.

"Alright, thank you," Myra said, her fists clenching until they paled, yet her expression remained calm, her smile soft. The smile was unexpectedly beautiful, momentarily startling the nurse. She remembered Myra's youthful beauty, a legendary aspect of Khogend. Time, it seemed, had only enhanced her grace.

Lost in the moment, the nurse blurted, "Mrs. Fuller, you might want to keep an eye on your adopted daughter. She doesn't seem like a good person… She looks shrewd, like she's plotting something…"

Immediately regretting her words, the nurse stammered, "Mrs. Fuller, I'm so sorry. That wasn't what I meant. I read too many novels, I suppose, and tend to assume the worst. Please forgive me."

To her surprise, Myra wasn't angry. "Thank you," she replied gently.

"Oh, n-no problem," the nurse mumbled, embarrassed, and quickly left.

Back at Dexter's side, Myra's mind was a whirlwind. The quiet ward seemed to amplify her barely audible, soft murmurs: "Kayla… He's your father…"