Derek blinked, caught off guard by the question.
Realizing he genuinely had been neglecting Vivian lately, wrapped up in everything happening with Naomi, guilt crept in fast.
"Of course. Blood or not, you're my sister."
Once she had Derek's reassurance locked in, Vivian's smile widened. "Knew you loved me the most."
Meanwhile, at the hospital.
Old Mr. Blackwood sat beside the bed, worry etched across his face.
The second the doctor finished the exam, he asked, "How is he?"
"Vomiting blood like that was stress-induced. He's stable now, but I'd recommend a few more days here for observation."
The doctor delivered the update and stepped out, leaving the three of them alone.
"Naomi, would you be willing to stay and help me look after Ethan?" Old Mr. Blackwood searched her face, sincer
