In her hands were two thermos flasks, probably sent by Louis with some food.
Seeing Molly, Catherine realized just how hungry she was again.
The porridge she had earlier was long gone.
“Mrs. Anderson, please, I'm begging you, don't say anything, alright?” The young nurse pleaded with Catherine once more, fearing she might spill the beans.
“No, you need to leave.”
This was a matter of medical ethics.
If that IV drip had been life-saving, the nurse’s dawdling could have been fatal.
She couldn’t tolerate that.
A nurse like this was simply unfit for the profession.
To her, the patient’s pain meant nothing; everything revolved around her own whims.
“You... fine, have it your way. If you make things hard for me, I'll do the same for you.” Seeing Catherine’s refusal, the young nurse dec
