In a hall on the third floor of the hospital, Zephyr sat down on a bench by the corner, eyes fixed on the file he had collected from Rowan. The atmosphere was quiet since it was just him in the hall.
“Rose Moore,” he muttered the name written on the cover of the file as he flipped it open.
Lost her husband in a motor accident five years ago, lost her daughter and in-law too in a robbery attack, leaving her with just her granddaughter, Summer.
Zephyr furrowed his face, pulling his index finger down the details.
Her in-law’s an orphan, and an only son, leaving Rose with no living relative or family to look after her in her old age, all she had was her granddaughter Summer, who is in no position to assist her with anything.
Zephyr exhaled a heavy breath as he flipped a few more pages,
