"I heard from Alexander that you were hospitalized," Aiden said carefully. "How are you feeling now?"
"Much better."
The lie came out effortlessly.
Maria soon brought juice and snacks before quietly leaving us to talk.
Aiden picked up a gift box filled with fruits and handed it over.
"Aiden, you really didn't have to."
"Of course I did. What kind of uncle visits a baby empty-handed?"
His tone was light, but I could hear the hesitation beneath it.
"I came on short notice, so I didn't have time to prepare anything special. Next time, I won't forget."
He laughed softly.
I managed a faint smile.
A moment later, Maria returned carrying a bowl of washed fruit.
"Mrs. Alicia, since you couldn't eat the soup earlier, please have some fruit instead."
The memory of throwing up immediately resurfaced.
My face scrunched slightly.
"I can't"
"It's okay," Aiden interrupted gently.
"I'll make sure she eats."
Maria looked relieved and left again.
