The next morning, Liana was discharged from the hospital. David was already standing beside Liana bed, ready to help her get out of bed.
"You don't need to rush, Liana. I've asked the nurse to prepare a wheelchair, and the car is ready at the entrance. I will drive you home," David said with a commanding tone that still sounded caring.
Liana, who still felt a little weak, simply nodded. "Thank you, Mr. David. But... I can walk slowly. No need for a wheelchair."
"No buts. You have to obey the doctor, and I am the doctor. Now, put on your slippers, I'll help you stand," David replied without compromise, his eyes showing that he would not accept refusal.
Just as Liana was about to take David outstretched hand, hurried footsteps were heard from the corridor, followed by the VIP room door being pushed wide open.
"Liana!"
Ryan stood breathless in the doorway. His face was filled with anxiety, his hair slightly messy, showing how panicked he was.
