Sloane looked at the mother and son, saying nothing. If she pitied them, then who was there to pity her Lucas? Martha had helped Madam Aubrey raise Kelvin, hiding him from the Hawthorne family; this was something she deserved to bear. Kelvin suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud, his knees hitting the floor with a dull sound. He pressed his forehead to the cold tiles, his shoulders trembling violently. "I’m sorry… I really didn't know… If I had known…" Lucas turned his face away, refusing to look at him, the veins on his neck bulging. "Get out." His voice was ice-cold as he pointed toward the door. "We don’t need you putting on a show here." Martha suddenly followed, tears streaming down her aged face. "It was I who wronged the Hawthorne family… If I hadn’t been greedy for that money back then…" "Silence!" Tessa suddenly propped herself up in agitation, and the heart rate on her monitor instantly shot up to 120. Sloane quickly pressed the call bell, supporting Tessa with one hand while skillfully massaging her with the other.Lucas yanked Kelvin up by the collar and dragged him into the hallway. "If you come here and agitate my grandmother again, I’ll kill you!" Kelvin's face was ashen, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a word. Martha chased after them, trying to explain, but she was stopped by the security guards who had rushed over. "Sir…" Kelvin suddenly grabbed Lucas’s sleeve, his voice choked. "I just want to ask for your forgiveness…" Lucas threw off his hand, his gaze as sharp as a knife. "Get lost!" When Sloane came out, she saw Kelvin staggering back several steps, his back hitting the wall hard. She gently took Lucas’s arm. "Grandma is stable. Benjamin is watching her." At the end of the hall, Martha was slumped on a bench, covering her face and weeping. Kelvin stood there in a daze, like a child who had done something wrong, his hands hanging uselessly at his sides. "You should go," Sloane said, her face cold. "And never appear in front of the Hawthorne family again." For three whole days, Kelvin kept watch in the hospital lobby. Security had tried to make him leave, and nurses had tried to persuade him, but he just sat in the farthest corner, neither eating nor drinking, staring hopefully at the elevators. On the night of the third day, when Sloane went downstairs to buy coffee, she found him curled up asleep in a chair, still clutching that thermos. "He has a fever," the nurse on duty whispered. "39.2 degrees. He absolutely refuses to go to the emergency room." As Sloane approached, Kelvin jerked awake and stood up reflexively. "How is Madam Tessa?" His voice was impossibly hoarse. "Fever medicine." Sloane handed him the pills and some water. "Don't infect the patients." He took them, looking stunned by the gesture, but choked and coughed violently while trying to swallow the pills. Only then did Sloane notice the ring of bruises on his wrist—the marks from where Lucas had grabbed him. "Why haven't you left?" she asked. Kelvin’s hands, holding the water cup, trembled slightly. The bitterness of the medicine spread on his tongue. He stared down at his worn-out shoes, his voice barely audible. "I just… want to atone…""Atone?" Sloane suddenly let out a cold laugh, placing her coffee cup heavily on the table. "You're only thinking about easing your own conscience. Have you ever once thought about Lucas’s feelings?" Kelvin’s head snapped up, his pupils contracting violently. "Every time he sees you, it's a reminder of that past betrayal," Sloane said, looking him straight in the eye. "You keep saying you didn't know. Now that you do, you’re still trying to force him to forgive you?"