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Ivy didn’t rush to head upstairs when they reached the hospital. Instead, Balfour walked beside her as they strolled around the block to help settle the hearty meal they had just enjoyed.
Lately, her appetite hadn’t been great, but tonight, the food had been irresistible, and she’d indulged in a few too many pies. Now, she was feeling the consequences.
“Why stuff yourself like it’s Thanksgiving and then complain? Next time, just have a sensible portion,” Balfour chided, half-tempted to fetch some antacids from the pharmacy.
Ivy shot him a look. “Didn’t you see how happy Granny was seeing me tuck in? I don’t often come home, and they were over the moon to have me. It just made everything taste better.”
“So, what are you saying? That it’s my miserable company that puts you off your food?” Balfour’s tone had a playful edge, but there was a hint of genuine annoyance too. After all, he’d been running himself ragged taking care of her.
Surprised, Ivy responded, “Why would you think that? I’m not ungrateful. You’ve been working so hard, and I can see that you’ve lost weight. I do appreciate it. Tomorrow, once I’m out of here, it’ll be my turn to look after you. You can go to work without a worry, and I’ll make sure to spend more time with Grandpa and Granny.”
“They’ve got Mara at home, so they’re in good hands. Don’t stress yourself. You need to focus on your body,” he said, softening.
But Ivy’s smile faded. Right, Mara had been around for ages. She was practically part of the family.
Why would Alyssa and Dean need Ivy to worry about them?
“You’re right,” she admitted, “I was being presumptuous. They have Ms. Lewis, and there’s no shortage of people taking care of them. I don’t need to fret.”
Balfour frowned slightly at her words, a pang of regret in his gut. He didn’t mean Ivy was unimportant, just that he didn’t want her to worry. But before he could say anything else, Ivy had already moved ahead, and he swallowed his words.
“Have you thought about when you might go back to the set? If you need, I can make arrangements in advance,” Balfour changed the subject, hoping to distract her.
The mention of the set caught Ivy’s attention. “I have, actually. Since I’m almost discharged, I might as well return to the set the day after tomorrow, assuming tomorrow’s check-up is clear.”
Balfour instinctively frowned. “Is it necessary to be so hasty?” His main concern was
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whether Ivy was fully recovered.
Nodding her head, Ivy was firm. “You can decide on other matters, but let me handle the set. Besides, when is anything ever perfectly prepared? There’s never an ideal time. For me, the moment I’m physically ready, that’s when I’ll return.”
The thought of acting again brought a visible ease to Ivy’s mind. It was her passion, after all.
Seeing that Ivy’s expression eased up, Balfour relaxed a little.
He noted that the earlier mention of Mara had dampened her spirits. Even if he was sometimes slow on the uptake, he had definitely caught on to that.
When it got past eight, Balfour suggested they head back inside. It was chilly, and
favors. lingering outside any longer wouldn’t do Ivy’s health any
“Sure,” she agreed.
The following day, once the doctor had given the all-clear on her reports, Ivy finally exhaled in relief.
“So, can I go home now?” Her voice was full of eager anticipation.
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