"Boss, I can only stay for a moment. Just be aware of the situation, and be extremely careful from now on." The man delivered his message and, not daring to linger, immediately left the hospital room.
Archer Rhys lay there for a long time, his fists clenched. He wished he could kill all those bastards so they couldn't threaten Grace Winslow's safety.
Grace Winslow had no idea what happened in the hospital room after she left.
By the time she walked out of the hospital, the sky had already grown dark.
The hospital was still some distance from home, and she wondered whether she should take the bus back.
Just as she reached the roadside, she ran into an old woman holding a little boy who looked to be two or three years old. His face was flushed red, as if he were sick.
