Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 1566
Dahlia’s hands trembled. She could not contain herself after Keegan left. She grabbed the fruit basket beside her and threw it to
the ground in frustration.
Keegan's lips twitched ever so slightly when he heard the commotion from the hallway. He turned and made his way toward the
elevator.
Not long after, another figure entered the hospital room.
Dahlia's hair was disheveled, and her face looked worn. Her gaze turned even colder when she saw the person come in. Her
tone grew sharp. "What are you doing here? Are you here to revel in my misery?"
The person remained silent. They bent down, picked up the scattered items, and placed them neatly back into the basket before
setting it on the table. They observed Dahlia's fatigued appearance and let out a soft sigh. ’Why would I revel in your misery?"
"Keegan is your child. You should know his temperament. Why are you upset with him?"
Dahlia's heart tightened at the mention of her son. "Well, why does he feel more like my enemy than my child?"
The person replied, "I told you you're better off relying on yourself, but you didn't believe me. He's the same as his father. They're
intolerant to any shortcomings. How could he not be indifferent when he has seen through your facade a long time ago?
Moreover, you and Stella are like oil and water. For her sake, Keegan can't possibly treat you the way he did before."
Dahlia clutched onto the bedsheet but remained quiet. Her eyes were filled with contemplation.
As Keegan left the hospital, he noticed a small gap in the passenger window of his car. A slender, pale hand emerged. The hand
held out one finger, then four, and finally three.
Keegan paused for a moment, and a touch of warmth permeated his otherwise somber mood. He smiled and walked briskly
toward the car.
Once inside, Stella teased, "Why did you suddenly pick up the pace?"
Keegan fastened his seatbelt, as he said, "Weren't you doing a five-second countdown? You messed up a few seconds there,
though."

Stella's eyelid twitched when she heard that. She gritted her teeth and said, "I was signaling you a 143!"
Keegan paused and asked, "What?"
Stella replied with a bit of exasperation, "A 143! I love you! Ugh. You're so clueless."
Keegan's lips curved upward. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Mind elaborating?"
"I-" Stella lifted her gaze, only to meet Keegan's eyes. She instantly realized that this rascal was toying with her. She became
irritated in an instant. "You wish!”
Keegan chuckled softly and started the car.
Stella did not ask about Dahlia's condition, and Keegan did not bring it up either. Instead, they talked about what to get Cordelia
fortheir visit.
"The pastries from Artisanal Bites are quite good. Let's get a small assortment of baked goods for her since she can't consume
much sugar."
Keegan stared at the traffic light and nodded in agreement.
"And—AH—"
Stella had not finished her sentence when their car was suddenly rear-ended. She did not have time to react. Her head crashed
into the side window, causing her to cry out in pain.