"Just tell me what it is," Avery says.
She languidly runs her fingers through her hair, and then cautiously raises her hands above her head to stretch. Her waist doesn't hurt as much as it had the day before. She nods, satisfied.
"The good news is that I've found a hospital to transfer your nanny to. They've agreed that we can move her there in the next few days," Charles says, "The other news is that the person who wants to buy your shares of the Zuri Hotel wants to meet you today to sign the contract."
"Today?" Avery asks, concerned.
"He's very eager to sign the contract and insists on doing it as soon as possible," Charles explains.
"Okay," Avery says, pushing Lucky aside and getting out of bed, "I'll find a way to be there."
"I'll go with you," Charles offers.
"I'm just going to sign a contract. I can handle that alone."
"Yes, but I'll worry the whole time," Charles says.
"Who will you worry about: the buyer or me?"
