“Mr. York isn’t married yet. I wonder who’ll be lucky enough to marry him.”

Sheila smiled and said, “It definitely won’t be someone ordinary like us. We’re already lucky just to see them in person.”

Alex’s identity was only known to the hospital staff, and they did not spread it around. If word got out, their floor would likely be crowded with young ladies, unnecessarily complicating their work.

Thus, even though they knew Alex was a York, they treated him like any other patient.

The other patients’ families did, however, speculate about Alex’s identity, assuming he must be a successful businessman, since so many people visited him daily and brought him countless fruit baskets.

In front of his family, Alex did not dare let his eyes follow Sheila. The special breakfast Stanley had prepared that was originally intended for Sheila could not be given to her.

After breakfast, he spent quite some time chatting with his elders before finally persuading them to leave.

Zachary personally