There was a knock on the door. Anastasia's voice called, "Dad."

Cameron took a breath. "Come in," he said.

Anastasia entered, carrying a tray with a bowl of porridge and several side dishes. "Dad, I had the kitchen prepare some porridge and a few side dishes for you. You can eat later," she explained. Pausing, she added, "You've just woken up, so you shouldn't have anything greasy. These are very mild."

"Okay," he nodded, feeling a little hungry. As she set the food down, he sat up and picked up the porridge, sipping it slowly.

Alexander nodded slightly and left the room to answer his phone.

Anastasia sat beside the bed, concern etched on her face. "Dad, how are you feeling?"

Cameron smiled faintly. "Much better. It must have been difficult for you."

"No, it's nothing," she replied sincerely, shaking her head. Though tired and worried, she knew her father had faced far greater challenges over the years. His high-ranking position brought more difficulties than she could imagine; he constantly worried about providing for her. Yet, she'd never heard him complain or say he was tired. He had always been patient.

He had remained silent when her body and personality began to change. Instead, she had blamed him for not caring enough, for not spending enough time with her. Now, it was her turn to care for him, and she was experiencing the burdens he had carried.

Cameron patted her hand gently, offering a grateful smile. "I hope your uncle didn't make things too difficult for you. And your cousin…" He hesitated. Since his separation from Rhea, he hadn't seen her and didn't know if she was alive or dead. Then he'd fallen unconscious.

"Rhea…" Anastasia paused, hesitant to share the news of Rhea's death. At that moment, Alexander re-entered the room.

"Cameron, besides feeling weak, do you have any discomfort? Chest pains? Tightness or numbness in your limbs?" Alexander asked directly.

Cameron started, then slowly shook his head. "No. Just a little tired. Nothing else."

Alexander frowned and spoke into the phone for a while longer before saying, "All right, I'll hang up. We'll talk later." He hung up and looked at Cameron hesitantly.

"It's okay. Say it," Cameron said, squeezing Anastasia's hand to comfort Alexander. He knew what troubled him.

Alexander glanced at Anastasia, who stared back with suspicion. He didn't hold back. "Frankly, Lily's unsure about the poison. We don't have the exact compound. She prescribed an antidote based on your symptoms. It seems you've recovered, since you're awake, the problem shouldn't be severe. However, we can't predict any potential side effects."