Chapter 3

Cayson's resistance lasted less than a day.

I adhered strictly to a caregiver's duties.

When he refused to have a meal, I noted it down and promptly removed the tray.

When he refused to have water, I recorded it and took the glass away.

When he needed the restroom and pressed the call button, I appeared within three seconds. However, if he said something harsh to me, I would immediately turn away and note it. "The patient is upset and refuses cooperation."

By the evening, his throat was parched, and his stomach growled with hunger. He was unable to hold out any longer.

"I'm thirsty..." he croaked.

His voice was hoarse.

I handed him the glass.

He gulped down greedily and then looked at me again. "I'm hungry."

I offered him the cold dishes.

He frowned. "Isn't there anything warm?"

"Sorry, sir, but it is not mealtime now."

He was furious and was ready to lash out. But he swallowed his words and silently began eating the cold dishes after he met my emotionless gaze.

From that day on, Cayson became much more compliant.

He no longer yelled at me, though his eyes were like daggers and seemed to pierce through me.

I knew he was waiting.

He was waiting for his beloved woman, Lydia.