After hanging up the phone, I looked up and saw Yura clutching her phone tightly, her beautiful eyes brimming with unshed tears. "What's wrong?" I asked with concern. Yura bit her lip, struggling to hold back her tears. "Timothy ... blocked me." He blocked her? I was speechless. What the hell was Timothy doing? Even if they broke up, did he really have to go that far? Wasn't that a bit too cruel? And on top of that, he didn't even bother to explain anything before blocking her. If they were truly breaking up, shouldn't he at least do it properly and officially sever their fated mate bond? This was just ridiculous! "I don't believe he could love someone else." Yura lowered her red and swollen eyes. Pain, despair, and unwillingness—it was as if every emotion imaginable was written on her face. "I don't believe it either," I sighed, seeing my best friend in such a state. It wasn't that I had any particular faith in Timothy, but Yura was an amazing girl. Anyone lucky enough to win her heart should treasure her—it was a blessing they'd earned over multiple lifetimes. More importantly, she was his fated mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself! It didn't make sense for him to fall in love with someone else. I couldn't believe it. "Yura, don't lose hope. Anthony is already looking into it—he should find out where Timothy is soon." I squeezed Yura's hand, offering comfort. "Once we know, I'll go with you to confront him and get some real answers." Honestly, I couldn't wait to meet this Timothy guy. I wanted to see with my own eyes just what kind of beauty had managed to make him abandon his fated mate. If Timothy couldn't give me a proper explanation, he'd better watch out—because I wouldn't let him off easily! "Alright." Yura nodded, but the pain on her face didn't lessen in the slightest. That afternoon, I drove to the hospital. For the past few days, I have been coming regularly to check on Richard's condition. I also stayed in close contact with Bert, keeping track of his recovery. This morning, I managed to find a moment to call Hughie and update him on Richard's progress. Hughie told me that if there were no complications, Richard could be discharged soon. Hearing that, I finally let out a breath of relief. Even though Richard's illness was largely caused by Eleanor and Queenie, I still bore a small part of the responsibility. Now that he was well enough to leave the hospital, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. When I arrived at the hospital, I headed straight to Richard's room. Bert was already there, waiting. "Ms. Sinclair, you're here," Bert greeted me, standing up immediately. "Yes." I smiled politely and stepped toward Richard's bed. "Mr. Richard, how are you feeling?" "Refreshed! Better than ever!" Richard stretched lazily, grinning from ear to ear. "Mr. Richard, let me check your pulse. If everything looks good, you'll be discharged today." I reached out to examine him. "Sounds good." Richard's smile widened. As I checked his pulse, a thought crossed my mind—Caden was probably in Heidi's room by now. Caden's POV: I stood outside Heidi's hospital room and knocked lightly. "Come in," a nurse answered. She was adjusting Heidi's IV and quickly stood up respectfully when she saw me. "Mr. Holbrook." "Caden, you came to see me?" Heidi was lying on the hospital bed, and her eyes lit up the moment she saw me. "Yes." My voice was calm and indifferent. "Tessa, how are you feeling?" "I'm much better," Heidi said weakly, forcing a smile. "My wounds were still hurting a lot, but the moment I saw you, all the pain just disappeared." "Is that so?" I studied her face intently, my deep gaze filled with scrutiny. This woman was so different from the girl in my memories. And yet, if she wasn't Tessa, how could she possibly know the things that only Tessa and I would remember? Heidi seemed flustered under my gaze. She quickly changed the subject. "Caden, come sit down." "No, thanks. My grandpa is being discharged today—I'm here to pick him up." My voice remained steady as I turned to leave. Heidi abruptly threw back her blanket. "Caden, I'll come with you." "That won't be necessary. You should rest." I deliberately paused. Heidi had already removed her IV and slipped on her shoes. In just a few quick steps, she was at my side, grabbing my arm. "Caden, I'm really fine. Let me come with you. I haven't seen Mr. Richard in days—I miss him." Just as Rosaline had predicted, Heidi insisted on following me. I glanced at her before nodding. "Fine. Let's go." Heidi beamed with joy as she wrapped her arm around mine. Together, we arrived at Richard's hospital room—just in time to see Rosaline checking his pulse. "Grandpa." I stepped inside. Hearing my voice, Rosaline instinctively looked up. The moment she saw Heidi clinging to my arm, she instantly exploded. She let go of Richard's wrist and stood up angrily. "Caden, what the hell is this supposed to mean?"