As Olive, Mark, and Lara stepped out of the hospital, the warm sunlight and gentle breeze enveloped them a stark contrast to the sterile, antiseptic air they'd left behind. Aiden took a deep breath, feeling a sense of resolve wash over him, though the weight of his illness still lingered in the back of his mind.
The group made their way toward the parking lot, where Mark's car was parked. They all got in, and the chauffeur drove them out of the hospital grounds, heading back toward Aiden's mansion.
Soon, they arrived at Aiden's house. The car pulled into the driveway, rolling up to the grand entrance of the mansion. As the engine cut off, they all climbed out and made their way inside. Without much delay, the group headed straight for Aiden's room, determined to help him with some long-overdue tidying.
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"I don't get it," Mark said, shaking his head as he began organizing Aiden's cluttered room. "You've got the money to hire servants, but you just refuse. Why?"
