"Good night."

Jocelyn Morgan smiled, watching the two girls leave, and seeing them thoughtfully close the door behind them.

The room was left with only one person.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her smile fading as she sighed softly. How could she have amnesia?

Though it wasn’t very severe, it was still quite strange. No one would believe it if she wrote this into a novel, would they?

She got up, walked over to the desk, and opened the novel website with her mouse...

Yes, she had to update it.

The same night, at Providence Hospital.

Ian Shelby came to the hospital today because there was an urgent brain surgery that required only him. For a doctor, life is paramount. Ian adjusted his state and devoted himself fully.

The surgical lamp in the operating room was very bright, and the scalpel in his hand was very thin. The assistants and team members were as calm and composed as he was.

At this moment, the screen of the phone in his office drawer lit up, displaying a text notification: Hello, the series you’re following, "One Baby, Two Bosses: The 99-Day Expose of the Capital", has been updated.

In the operating room.

Ian Shelby furrowed his brows, "The tumor is malignant and has progressed so rapidly that it has infiltrated the surrounding tissues, with severe adhesion. When was the MRI taken?"

"Three days ago," someone answered.

"..."

The person explained further, "Director, both three and five days ago MRIs were done; there wasn’t much change comparatively, but who would’ve thought within these three days..."

"Enough," Ian immediately put on a stern face and said harshly, "We now need to separate these tumors and their surrounding tissue adhesions, minimize bleeding, and shorten the time. Let’s begin."

"Yes."

Under the shadowless lamp, in front of the operating table, Ian was unflappable, as if crowned with a halo like an angel. His professionalism and calmness brought hope to everyone.

At night.

In a suite at Providence Hospital, Ethan Dalton dialed Trevor’s number on his phone, "Brother, I don’t need to have a drip tomorrow, can Janelle take me to the foster home?"

"Sure."

Trevor agreed, and they chatted briefly, "Then Ethan, get some rest early tonight. Good night."

"Good night, brother."

Trevor hung up the phone. By now, he was already home.

As he walked upstairs, he dialed Janelle Mills’s phone. At this moment, Janelle was chatting with Carlotta Sterling, getting into an atmosphere, mother and daughter opened up to each other, talking about their father, and marriage for the first time.

"So Sister Sterling, don’t be sharp-tongued and soft-hearted. When Old Mills leans towards you, don’t push him away so forcefully!" Janelle advised her mother, "You’ve missed out for so many years, don’t miss out again."

Her phone rang, and Carlotta’s words got swallowed back.

Janelle took out her phone and saw it was Trevor?

It surprised her, and she quickly answered, "Hello?"

"Janelle, are you available tomorrow?" Trevor’s voice was gentle, "Ethan said he doesn’t need a drip and wants you to take him to the foster home."

"Sure, no problem. Just arrange your time."

"Okay." Trevor told her, "Then I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Good night."

"Alright, good night."

Trevor hung up the phone, and only then did Janelle put her phone away. The smile on her lips revealed her mood.

Carlotta asked her, "How are things with you and Trevor? You’re dating, aren’t you?"

"..." Janelle was caught off guard, "I don’t know if it counts, we haven’t explicitly said it, but it feels like it."

"What kind of talk is that?" Carlotta frowned, "Doesn’t he like you?"