Harry's gaze felt like it pierced sharply into the depths of my soul. Did he hear what Marlowe said? I felt blamed. But doesn't he have any right to be angry? He's no longer anyone important.
"Nadia asked to be shown Emil's ward. We met in the parking lot earlier," he said flatly.
I nodded.
"I am leaving again," he said.
He said goodbye, but seemed hesitant to leave. His eyes still stared sharply.
"Yes," I replied. He took a deep breath before finally leaving.
"Yesterday, you went to the hospital with Emil's dad?"
Now it was Marlowe who stared intently and inquisitively after seeing off Harry with a look I didn't understand.
"Yes." I nodded. However, I didn't dare to meet his gaze.
"Did you contact him?"
"Hmm." I nodded again. A long sigh was heard from him. He slowly wiped his f
