Hannah's favorite thing was being cared for by someone.
Even if it was just a little bit.
Arnold Simmons reached out and gently caressed her cheek, whispering, "I'm not just anyone."
"Yes, I know, you're mine."
She tilted her head back, her smile exceptionally joyful.
*
Hannah's illness meant that her schedule for the next few days had to be completely canceled.
Jack Stewart took care of the aftermath, sending away those who came to snoop around, saying only that Hannah needed rest, quelling the various speculative voices.
But the onset of Hannah's illness was sudden, and her recovery slow.
For several days, her condition didn't improve, and her body became even thinner.
Arnold Simmons, worried, although he had already called the family's usual private doctor, still took Hannah to the private hospital for a thorough check-up.
In the end, the diagnosis was still just a common cold, nothing serious, just needed to take medicine on time.
