When Rachel heard that, her face went pale. She didn’t care about anything else and nodded quickly.

“Okay, okay, fine. You can go. But you have to take care of yourself. The second you start feeling unwell, you come straight back to the hospital.”

Only then did Tyler let it drop. He reached out to pinch her nose.

“If you want me to kiss you, just say so. No need to beat around the bush. Honestly, even if you didn’t say a word, I’d still kiss you.”

Since that wasn’t enough, he even gave her head a gentle pat.

That was when Rachel finally understood why Yale had looked at them so strangely earlier. Tyler really did look like he was teasing a dog.

Yale ended up sneaking Tyler out of the hospital—with his current condition, even if Rachel gave permission, the doctors would never sign off on him leaving.

Once Tyler and Yale were gone, Rachel found herself bored alone in the ward. She was just about to lie back and play a mobile game to pass the time when there was another knock at the door.

She set her phone down with an irritated sigh.

“Come in.”

Seriously, what was with these past couple of days? People were showing up at the hospital like it was some kind of open house.

She didn’t even bother to think who it might be—probably Thomas or maybe Steven. But when she looked up and saw who it actually was, she froze. They were Yvette and Sasha.

Rachel had no interest in putting on a friendly face for anyone, especially not these two, the same people who had once tried to ruin her. Her expression turned cold instantly.

“Who told you I was here?”

Yvette put on a fake smile, holding a fruit basket and a bouquet like the perfect picture of a concerned visitor.

“Come on, Rachel, we’re still sisters. The past is the past. Why hold a grudge?”

She set the basket and flowers on the nightstand.

“Besides, before, we had conflicting interests. Things are different now. We can just be sisters—and friends.”

Rachel let out a short, biting laugh, not bothering to hide her disdain. Her eyes on Yvette were pure contempt.

“Yvette, I don’t want to be friends with you. And you? Being friends with me? You really overestimate yourself. I wouldn’t even want you as a friend. Why on earth would I want you as a sister?”

After spending so much time with Tyler, Rachel’s tongue had gotten sharper. She used to dance around her words, but now, she saw no point. People like Yvette—two-faced, always scheming behind her back—didn’t deserve kindness.

Yvette hadn’t expected Rachel to hit back so hard and dropped the act in an instant. She tossed the flowers she had been about to put in a vase onto the floor, crossing her arms with a haughty glare.

“Rachel, I came here in good faith to make peace, and you act like you’re some big deal. Do you really think you’re still the Lloyd family’s daughter? Still the CEO of Lloyd Enterprise?

“I’m sure your little lapdog Cecilia already called to tell you—this morning’s board meeting voted to remove you as CEO. But don’t worry! I’m not completely heartless. You’re still a shareholder. You’ll still get your yearly dividends. It won’t be enough to starve you.”

Yvette said it like she expected Rachel to be crushed.

After all, the higher the pedestal, the harder the fall.