Chapter 116

• The next morning at the Sydney mansion started quietly, but the silence felt heavy. The sound of birds outside Ken's bedroom windows didn't lighten the mood. He barely slept after his fight with Cynthia the night before, even after taking his medication. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face, her apologetic tone, her hurt expression when he asked her to leave.
• He hated how he had pushed her away, but his pride was like a wall he couldn't break down. Sitting in his wheelchair, Ken stared at the nearly empty bottles of Dr Morris's recommended fruit drink on the small table beside him.
• By the time the doctor arrived, accompanied by Andrew, Ken had already decided to pretend he was fine.