Inside the hospital room.
Mia Grant was as nervous as if she were taking her college entrance exams.
Hayes Hughes had indeed stayed behind mainly to check on her condition. At first, he was very tactful, his tone light and casual as if they were just chatting, putting her at ease.
Gradually, his professional habits must have kicked in. He asked two or three technical questions in a row that Mia Grant couldn't answer, making her scratch her head in frustration.
Hayes Hughes noticed her nervous habits—scratching her head, avoiding his gaze, fidgeting with the blanket.
His questions were making her very anxious.
Realizing this, Hayes Hughes abruptly stopped his questioning.
He carefully tucked the stack of reports, which felt as useless as waste paper, back into the file folder.
Mia Grant looked at him, surprised. "Hayes?"
"Hm?" The man looked up at the sound of her voice.
"...Why did you stop asking?"
