She had never spoken to him like this before. The gentle, graceful girl, how did she suddenly change?
Even though she hadn't said anything, he had already sensed her pain.
If her pain stemmed from him, then he would be the one to solve it.
Mark Reed grabbed the corner of the quilt, pulled it forcefully, and finally saw her.
Because of crying, because of lack of oxygen, Madison Barton's pale face was red and swollen.
She had cried herself into a tearful mess.
No longer covered, Madison Barton met his eyes in shock, her face alarmed like she had seen a ghost. She lowered her head, stubbornly sobbing, endlessly wiping away her tears.
"Madison, what exactly happened, tell me."
Mark Reed looked at her with heartache, reached out to pat her shoulder, but she dodged, leaving his hand suspended awkwardly in mid-air before pulling back.
Composing herself, she feigned calmness and said, "It's nothing, you should go! I'm getting discharged and going home tomorrow."
