Adrian set his cup down on the table with a deliberate clink, a small sound that sent a ripple of tension through the air.
âCallan, I have spent my entire life thinking about the bigger picture.â
Callan instinctively bowed his head lower, his back bending under the weight of Adrianâs words. âI understand, but youâre the heir to the Miller family. The company depends on you. You canât forget that.â
âBut I am also Joelleâs spouse. When she needs me, I canât simply fail to be present.â
Adrianâs condition was spiraling downward with each passing day.
Anyone who grappled with the relentless grip of death for too long would inevitably sink into the depths of despair.
âMr. Miller, I understand your emotions towards Ms. Watson, butâ¦â
Before Callan could finish his sentence, Adrian pressed his fingers tightly to his forehead, his grip intense.
âEnough!â Adrian declared with unwavering conviction. âIâm not leaving. Should any work-related matters arise, instruct them to come here.â
âMr. Miller!â
âEnough! There is no room for discussion!â
Unable to sway him, Callan had no choice but to organize Adrianâs schedule according to the predetermined itinerary.
The following day, in the room adjacent to Joelleâs ward, Adrian was diligently engaged in his work, scarcely pausing since morning.
Representatives from the finance, research and development, marketing, and public relations departments gathered to discuss work-related matters with him.
By the afternoon, his workload intensified further. Two clients and business partners who had recently returned from abroad urgently requested a meeting with Adrian, a discussion that had already been delayed for over half a month.
Recognizing the inappropriateness of conducting business in a hospital setting, Adrian instructed Callan to move the meeting to a restaurant conveniently located across the street.
As Adrian entered the private room, Mila, from the adjacent room, caught sight of him.
She had noticed that Adrian had been rarely seen lately, absorbed in caring for Joelle.
Hearing this made Adrianâs dedication to Joelle even more endearing to her.
If Joelle never awakened, would Mila have a chance? Mila instructed a waiter, âSend a bottle of wine to the guests in the adjacent room, and let them know it is a gesture from me.â
Meanwhile, as Adrian was deep in discussions with his business partners, a waiter entered the room holding a bottle of wine.
Adrian had a profound disdain for interruptions, considering this a significant lapse in judgment on Callanâs part.
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