Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 2252

Mavis frowned at the sight, and as if possessed, she said, "Okay."

She regretted it immediately and was about to make an excuse when Nathaniel jumped in, "Then I'll send Tommy to Vraeyce for you. He knows how to handle most of the important matters."

Mavis trusted Tommy and said nothing more, and her silence was taken as her acquiescence.

By lunchtime, Mavis remembered that Evan had not eaten much of his breakfast, even less than he used to eat from the hospital cafeteria. So, she decided to get him food from there again.

She considered getting Nathaniel a meal, but she remembered his high standards for food and decided not to.

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After a few days, Mavis knew the hospital cafeteria like the back of her hand and walked there with ease.

As she reached the end of the hallway, she spotted a familiar figure—a woman in a green bodycon dress with a stunning figure and elegance.

"Tiffany? What are you doing here?" Mavis asked, her eyes full of curiosity.

It had been a while since she had seen Tiffany. At first, Tiffany had her back turned, and Mavis was not sure if she'd mistaken someone else for her. However, she caught a whiff of Tiffany's favorite perfume and knew she was not wrong.

A flash of panic crossed Tiffany's eyes, but it disappeared instantly.

"I'm here for a check-up. What's it to you? Do you own this hospital? You're allowed here, but I'm not?" Her tone was harsh and her gaze arrogant, giving Mavis no chance to respond.

"Fine, suit yourself," Mavis replied, brushing off the encounter.

After getting the food, she hurried back to Evan's ward. Maybe it was her imagination, but as soon as she opened the door, she caught a whiff of that familiar perfume.

How could Tiffany's scent be in Evan's room?

"Strange," Mavis muttered, glancing around the room.

"Mommy, Daddy prepared a special meal for us!"

Callum's eyes sparkled with excitement, fixed on the duck confit on the bedside table. Besides the duck confit, there was a full spread of dishes.

The aromatic and visually appealing food was undoubtedly prepared by a well-known chef.

Looking at the feast, Mavis felt an odd sense of guilt. Evan could only have soup, yet here she was about to enjoy a gourmet meal next door.

Was that not a bit heartless?

Out of a sense of basic decency, she waved her hand in refusal. However, her little rascal had already popped a small piece of duck confit into her mouth.

"Daddy, I've given Mommy the first bite! Now it's my turn! I want double the duck meat on my plate!"