After Justin was taken into surgery, Dakota's heart suddenly began to ache out of nowhere.
She instinctively reached into her pocket and pulled out an old, plain-looking phone. Then she took a SIM card from the sole of her shoe.
As soon as she inserted the card and connected to the network, a flood of messages and missed calls poured in.
Before she even had a chance to look through them, a nurse's voice came from behind her. "Who is Justin's family?"
Dakota's hand stopped. She quickly removed the SIM card, slipped it back into her shoe without anyone noticing, then turned and hurried over. "I am."
The doctor gave her a displeased look and spoke in a tone edged with reproach, "He's out of danger now, but there are some minor abdominal adhesions. Going forward, as his family, you need t
