Welby gave a knowing smirk before tapping to delete the message.
When Sandra returned to the hospital, Quana and Mrs. Champion were still there. Standing outside the ward, she watched the cheerful scene inside and suddenly felt like a third wheel.
She knew without doubt—the moment she opened that door, the atmosphere would turn painfully awkward.
But Richard had just stabilized. Wherever she went, anxiety clawed at her.
Spotting a bench at the hallway's end, she sank onto it—her legs screaming from exhaustion after being awake since last night. She'd meant to rest briefly... but sleep claimed her instantly.
Jackie arrived to find her slumped awkwardly on the bench, hair wild, face upturned, dead to the world.
Unbelievable. The woman could sleep through an earthquake.
White-hot irrit
