"Thank you for your kindness," Tiffany replied softly, declining the offer.
"But I'm not used to having someone watch over me while I rest."
"I see,"
Jaina said, turning to a point at the sofa beside the hospital bed.
"Then I'll move the sofa to the outer room to sleep."
Before Tiffany could refuse, she effortlessly lifted the small sofa and carried it toward the door.
Pausing at the threshold, she glanced back with a warm smile.
"If you feel unwell at any point, just call for me anytime."
Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise.
Though the sofa was compact, its base was made of solid wood.
This caregiver, who appeared delicate and petite, possessed astonishing strength.
Checking the time, Tiffany headed to the bathroom for a quick wash and took stock of her injuries.
When she stepped out, she walked over to the table, picked up the fruit knife, and slipped it beneath her pillow.
Only then did she feel slightly more at ease.
