chapter 55

Mr. Chang nodded with understanding. "Don't worry, Mrs. Anderson. I'll handle everything at the office. Sir's health comes first."

"Thank you," I said sincerely, taking the bag of medicine and food from him.

As Mr. Chang left, I closed the door and hurried back to our room, finding Noah half-asleep but still awake enough to glance at me.

"Did you get everything?" His voice was hoarse.

"Yes, now be good and take your medicine," I said, placing the takeout container on the bedside table and sitting beside him with the pills and a glass of water.

He sighed but obediently sat up, his movements sluggish. I handed him the pills one by one, watching as he swallowed them with slow sips of water. His exhaustion was evident in the way he barely had the energy to argue with me—a rare sight.

"Now, you need to eat something," I said, opening the container of chicken soup. The rich aroma filled the room, and I scooped up a spoonful, bringing it to his lips.