Veralina Quinn finished speaking and got up to leave.
Evan Seys matched her stride, "Where are you heading? Why are you leaving in the middle of a conversation?"
Veralina didn't stop her pace, responding with a laugh, her voice reaching Arlo Seys's ears.
"What else could I do, go home, make soup, and help my son win over his future brother-in-law! So my daughter-in-law can marry him soon!"
Evan Seys: "Make a bit more, I've been busy with the troops lately and haven't had your soup for a long time."
"Got it!"
Their voices faded away outside the hospital room.
Arlo Seys smiled softly, his eyes glimmering with tenderness.
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Arlo Seys and Jorge Saxton were both hospitalized, drinking the soup Veralina Quinn made with love every day.
