Can We Talk Only Love, Not Work?

As Vivian glanced at her phone, the screen was filled with messages from Jerome.

A slight throbbing in her temple hinted at his ceaseless chatter.

Unlocking her phone absentmindedly, Vivian was startled by Jerome's latest message.

She stood up abruptly, grabbed her bag, and dialed his number as she headed out.

"Jerome, who did you say went to see you, my aunt? How does she know you're in the hospital?"

"I don't know, she just made bone soup for me a moment ago," his aunt's hearty laughter echoed through the phone.

Vivian's temple throbbed.

"I'm coming over right away."

Upon arrival, Vivian found Jerome engaged in lively conversation with Joyce.

Whatever he said had Joyce, a middle-aged woman, laughing uncontrollably.

"Aunt, why are you here!" Vivian exclaimed.

Joyce glared at Vivian.

"You didn't even inform me when Jerome got sick."

Vivian felt the world had turned surreal.

Why would she inform her aunt about Jerome being sick?