While the drunken couple was having a very warm conversation in the car, another drama was brewing back at the hospital.
“Do I really have to do this?” a whiney voice asked, disturbing the otherwise quiet waiting room.
“Of course,” a stern voice answered with a tone that left nothing for argument.
The owner of the whiney voice, a pretty young lady who appeared to be in her early twenties opened her mouth to say something else but the other gestured for her to shut her trap with her finger followed by a warning glare, when a nurse peeked her head and smiled at them.
“Ms. Lily Sun?” the nurse asked, and the owner of the stern voice, a regal lady in her early forties smiled back at her.
“Yes, that’s my daughter,” Mrs. Ivy Sun said and the nurse nodded.
“Please follow me,” the nurse said
