In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 508 Caring for Each Other

Meanwhile, over at the hospital, Lydia had already woken up.

She had taken a strong blow to the head, resulting in a moderate concussion. Her wounds had been treated and stitched up.

Grace pushed the door open and entered the ward. She asked with concern, "Lydia, how are you feeling? Are you okay?"

Lydia pursed her lips. She apologized, "Gracie, I'm sorry for causing trouble for you."

Grace had always disliked how formal Lydia was and the distance she created between them.

She walked up and took Lydia's hand. "Can you stop being so formal with me?"

Lydia's expression changed. She lowered her eyes slightly.

She knew Grace had always treated her sincerely, like they were sisters. She felt the same way, but her background and upbringing had always been her weak points.

The difference between her and Grace was substantial.

"Gracie, how is he?"

The "he" Lydia had mentioned naturally referred to Caleb. For so many years, there was no one else she had cared about so deeply, apart from Caleb.

Grace quickly explained, "Don't worry. Caleb's totally fine. But if you're worried about him, why don't you let him in? Do you know that he's really worried about you?"

Lydia tightened her grip on the blanket. She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head gently. "I'm fine. He can go now."

Seeing how insistent Lydia was, Grace had no choice but to agree.

"Alright, I'll come back later to take care of you. Rest well for now. As for the kidnappers, they've been caught. Leave the rest to me."

"Okay. Have you found the mastermind?"

Grace nodded in response. She comforted Lydia, saying, "You don't need to worry about this now. Your health matters the most at this moment."

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Lydia's tone changed slightly. She held Grace's hand tightly, and the two exchanged a smile. "Thank you, Gracie."

"Alright, stop being so formal with me."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Grace left the ward. As soon as she closed the door, Caleb rushed up and grabbed her arm.

"Gracie, how is she? Can I go in?"

Grace turned to look at Lydia on the bed, then glanced at Caleb. She pondered for a moment.

Seeing her silent, Caleb became even more anxious.

"Is she okay? It's all my fault. I didn't notice the man behind me. The stick was meant to hit me, not her. It's all because she stepped in and took the blow for me."

Listening to Caleb blame himself, Grace suddenly realized something. She tugged Caleb toward the other side of the corridor.

"Caleb, come with me."

Caleb was puzzled. "Gracie, what are you doing? Why can't we talk here?"

"You'll find out later."

Grace led Caleb all the way to the end of the corridor before stopping. She looked at him seriously and asked, "Caleb, tell me the truth. Do you have any feelings for Lydia?"

Caleb was confused. He asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Grace sighed helplessly. Caleb was clueless when it came to relationships. She helped him, asking, "Don't you care a lot about Lydia?"

Caleb nodded.

"Why do you care so much about her?"