Anna's POV
"Thank you, Uncle Marcus," I finally said, regaining my composure and realizing how childish my emotional reaction had been. Marcus was right I'd rejected his help, then felt hurt when he pointed it out. I was behaving like a petulant teenager rather than the CEO of Shaw Corp.
Marcus returned to his chair, seeming about to say something before choosing silence instead. He always knew when to speak and when to remain quiet. I appreciated that sensitivity, even if I wasn't ready to admit it.
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"Marcus? You're back again?" My mother's voice carried notes of surprise and barely concealed wariness when she spotted him at my side as I was wheeled out of the hospital. She quickly pulled me aside, whispering urgently: "Shouldn't you be staying in the hospital longer? Why is he here already? How did he even know you were being discharged today?"
