Central Hospital, VIP ward.
The room was warm under the sunshine, but the people in the ward were silent, and none dared to speak. They all lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at the angry man in front of the bed.
"It's been two whole days. Why hasn't she woken up yet?"
Alston had dark circles around his bloodshot eyes. He twisted his eyebrows, stared at the woman in the bed, and asked.
Alston was very obsessed with cleanliness; his clothes had always been clean and tidy. Greg had never seen him in such a mess.
His chin was covered with stubble, and he didn't have time to change his clothes because he kept sitting in front of the bed. His shirt was wrinkled and stained with blood.
"The doctor said that Mrs. Smith was only traumatized, and the bullet didn't hurt her organs. Sh
