A few days later, Rhysand was at the hospital. "President Golden, the old lady's condition has improved, and she can be moved to a regular ward," the dean reported respectfully.
Rhysand nodded, his expression cool. "Good. Thank you."
"It's nothing," the dean said quickly. "Thanks to Miss Ocean's careful care, the old lady recovered so quickly."
After the dean left, Rhysand returned to his grandmother's bedside.
"Where's Ariel?" his grandmother asked.
"I let her sleep next door," Rhysand replied. "She hasn't been getting enough rest lately."
"She's been taking good care of me. She looks thinner these days," his grandmother said thoughtfully, then asked, "Rhysand, what are you planning?"
Rhysand paused, then finally spoke. "Grandma, can you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
"Help me cancel the wedding arrangement with Peak City."
