Not long after, the caretaker came over, helping Ava Sterling wash up and rest. Soon, Ava Sterling fell asleep in a good mood. Outside the hospital’s main entrance, the driver watched as someone stepped from the bright area into the night and got out of the car to open the door. Poe Vaughn walked over and sat down. Quickly, the car started and drove forward. He sat in the back seat, looking out the window at the hospital. The night was deep, the lights bright, and the swathes of light fell into his eyes, illuminating his heart. He withdrew his gaze, leaned his body against the seatback, and closed his eyes. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel-fire.net Ava Sterling slept straight until eleven the next morning. Vincent Donovan came to check on her during this time, and she had no reaction. She had slept too late last night and could no longer work or do anything else, so she slept soundly and boldly. But Lauren Howell was very worried, thinking she might have slipped into a coma again like before. It wasn’t until Vincent Donovan repeatedly told her that Ava Sterling was indeed fine that she realized Ava was probably up all night binge-watching dramas, which was why she slept until now. So afterward, she didn’t worry anymore. She calculated the time and went out to buy lunch around eleven o’clock. There was a caretaker in the ward, and she carefully observed this caretaker to be taciturn but meticulous with their work, making her feel at ease. Ava Sterling woke up just after Lauren Howell had left for a while. She had slept a full sleep and felt great, washing up with the caregiver’s assistance, feeling even more refreshed after. The caretaker told her that Lauren Howell had come and gone out to buy lunch. Ava Sterling didn’t say much, asking the caretaker to turn on the TV so she could continue watching her dramas. But while watching, she suddenly thought about the reward that person mentioned last night. She wondered if she should learn something? Although she was confident in herself, wasn’t it better to be fully prepared since she had nothing else to do now? So, Ava Sterling immediately sat down, made up her mind, picked up her phone, and called Lauren Howell directly. Seeing her call, Lauren Howell was extremely happy, and Ava Sterling directly said, "Buy some chess manuals when you come back, the most basic kind—I want to look at them." Lauren Howell doubted if she had heard it wrong. When did such a cultured, leisurely pastime ever associate with Ava Sterling? "Ava, did you misspeak? You don’t want chess manuals; you want to play mahjong, right?" Besides watching TV, Ava Sterling also had a hobby of playing mahjong. However, she wasn’t addicted to mahjong; she could play if available and didn’t mind not playing if unavailable. Of course, for someone who doesn’t like to use her brain, she played mahjong poorly... Ava Sterling frowned: "What I want are chess manuals, not mahjong. It’s not me who misspoke; it’s you who’s deaf." "But, where am I supposed to buy this thing now? I don’t even know if there’s a library nearby..." "I don’t care what you do, but when you come back, I want to see the chess manuals!" Slam, the phone call ended. Putting down the phone, Lauren Howell looked at the darkened phone screen, furrowing her brows. How come she felt Ava was so weird? Ava Sterling hung up and then recalled the scene of that person playing chess with her last night, the words he said. But shortly, she furrowed her brows, pondering over what he said. It seemed... he didn’t say anything and just let her play. Was that it? So inconsiderate? Ava Sterling carefully recalled, and at this moment, the caretaker’s phone rang.