Chapter 2

Cayson's parents arrived quickly.

As soon as his mother, Ellen Morris, entered the hospital room, she held my hand. Her eyes became red with emotion as he said, "Miss Graham, I truly appreciate all your hard work these past few days."

I gently withdrew my hand and said in a polite yet distant demeanor, "Mrs. Morris, you are welcome. It's my job."

I glanced behind her at Cayson's father, Mr. James Morris. He was renowned in the business world for his decisiveness. At that moment, he was regarding me with an approving look. "Miss Graham, we've heard from the agency that you're the best caregiver in the field. We entrust Cayson to your care."

I nodded slightly. "I'll do my best."

That scene completely surprised Cayson.

He had probably thought that I would tell his parents about our relationship and that they would ask me to leave after giving me a check.

But he didn't expect me to become the "senior caregiver" his parents hired.

"Dad, Mom, I don't want her to take care of me. Make her leave!" Cayson shouted, agitated.

Ellen immediately went over to soothe him. "Cayson, don't get upset. Miss Graham is taking good care of you. You just woke up, and you can't be left alone."

"I said, get her out!" Cayson stubbornly pointed at me, and his eyes were full of detestation.

I watched him perform quietly and felt nothing.

In my previous life, when he announced he was tired of toying with me, he had the same look.

Now, I just found it ridiculous as I saw his expression again.

James's face darkened. "Nonsense! Do you think hiring her is as simple as buying groceries?"

I said calmly at the right time, "Mr. and Mrs. Morris, since the patient is so resistant, I suggest we respect his wishes to avoid affecting his recovery. My fee is calculated daily. Since half the day has already passed, let's count it as half a day."

I took out my phone, ready to present my invoice to James and Ellen and request payment for the day's services.

Ellen heard my words and became anxious. "Not that, Miss Graham. Don't listen to him. He is talking nonsense. He's not thinking straight. We trust you. Please stay here, and we'll pay double."

Cayson was probably stunned by my straightforward reaction.

He must have thought I was playing a trick.

I put away my phone and offered a professional smile. "If that's the case, I'll continue with my duties. It's time for the patient to have some water now."

I poured a glass of warm water and inserted a straw. Then I brought it to Cayson's lips.

He turned his head away, full of resistance.

I didn't force him. I put the glass aside and noted it in my logbook. "The patient refused to drink water, 2:15 PM."

James watched the scene, and his expression grew increasingly grim.