Barlow smirked enigmatically.

“The truth always comes to light eventually."

Rosalynn looked at him, intending to ask more questions.

But before she could, he interjected, “I'm famished. Do you have anything to eat?"

Rosalynn's focus shifted. After considering for a moment, she responded, "I'm going to grab some food and a few essentials for you.”

Raising an eyebrow, Barlow inquired, "Could you stay and look after me tonight? I wouldn’t want my aunt to worry.”

Rosalynn was about to suggest hiring a nurse for him.

But considering that he'd been injured while saving her, she relented.

“Alright ."

Smiling, Barlow glanced to the door, barely making out a tall silhouette.

Narrowing his eyes, he called out, “Rosalynn, I'm feeling a bit warm.

Could you check my forehead? Do you think I have a fever?"

Rosalynn frowned and leaned over to touch Barlow's forehead.

“You don't have a fever."

“Perhaps I'm just weak. Could you help me lie down?" Barlow requested.

"Alright."

Rosalynn assisted him to lie down.

Grinning, Barlow said, “Rosalynn, you're very gentle."

Rosalynn glanced at him and adjusted his covers.

"Be mindful of your IV. I'm going to grab some supplies and I'll be back shortly."

"Alright."

Rosalynn picked up her bag, turned around, and left the room.