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Three days had passed, and my wife, Kianna, remained in the hospital longer than we anticipated due to several tests conducted by the doctors. However, since the results showed no serious problems, she was scheduled for discharge this afternoon.
It was a busy day at the company, as we were collaborating with other major companies. I spent the day reading, revising documents, and giving approvals. I still had two documents left to review when I glanced at my watch—it was already 3:40 p.m. Kianna was due to be discharged at exactly 4 p.m., so I needed to hurry to pick her up.
I immediately began reviewing the remaining documents on my desk with full attention. While I was engrossed in my work, there was a knock on the door—two soft knocks followed by one louder one. It was Kyle, and
