Tessa's POV
"Donald," I called after the doctor, with Carl still standing beside him, ready to head home since it was already so late.
"Yes, Ms. Tessa."
"Will he be fine?" I asked, genuinely afraid, fear coursing through every part of me, tears pricking my eyes as I watched Hardin lying in bed, finally calm and still.
"Yes. He's going to be fine. This is just one of the many things he battles," Donald replied, glancing back as his gaze met mine, both of us watching Carl gently pull the duvet over him.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, walking Donald down the stairs as we made our way toward the exit.
"Ms. Chen," he called out, and she bowed to both of us before smiling warmly.
"Is young master okay?" she asked, still holding a tray in her hands.
"He's sleeping. He's fine for now
