Jacob clasped his hands behind his back and sternly ordered, “Tell my wife exactly how you’ve interacted with me recently. Be as detailed as possible!”
One by one, the women reported their interactions.
“Madam, the last time I interacted with Mr. Lopez was to submit your latest meal plan.”
“Madam, I only saw him when he asked me to bring calming incense to the hospital for you.”
“Madam, I interacted with him when he noticed your IV was running low and asked me to replace it.”
Each woman recounted their encounters, all related to my care. Some couldn’t hide their admiration for how attentive he was to me.
When it was Daisy’s turn, she said lightly, “I haven’t interacted with Mr. Lopez since delivering the fruit basket yesterday. Madam, you can rest assured—Mr. Lopez’s heart is entirely with you.”
Though her words seemed flattering, they dripped with sarcasm.
I chuckled bitterly, waving my hand to dismiss everyone.
After proving his innocence, Jacob seemed visibly more at ease. He sat beside my bed, held my hand, and said sincerely, “Larissa, you know I’ve only ever loved you. I would never have feelings for another woman.”