Victor Morgan was just feeling guilty. If only he'd paid more attention to the weather forecast that day, or waited until Sylvia Schuyler's condition had improved before sending her off, maybe things wouldn't have ended up like this.
So he was acting out of guilt. Besides, the doctor had said her condition was extremely precarious; the slightest misstep could cost her her life.
"I'm sorry, Vera. I wasn't thinking clearly at the time. I just saw her as a regular patient and wanted to offer some comfort, that's all."
"And you know how much I mind things like this, don't you?"
"I really wasn't thinking, Vera. Please don't be angry. From now on, I..."
"Don't talk to me about 'from now on.' When it comes to her, from the very beginning, how many times have you made promises about the future? But you've never kept a single one."
Victor Morgan knew he had hurt Vera. His face was filled with remorse. He wanted to get closer, but her expression made him hesitate.
