When Victor Morgan spoke, he didn't shy away, looking directly into Jessie Sterling's eyes.
His palms were a little damp.
Victor Morgan knew that when Jessie Sterling said those words, she had surely already made up her mind.
He glanced out the window. It was late autumn in Aethelburg, and by four or five in the afternoon, the sky was already starting to dim.
The nights were long and the days were short. The fading light created the illusion that it was already much later than it was.
His heart grew heavy, as if being dragged into a bottomless pit by some invisible weight.
Jessie Sterling: "Then let's go to the hospital."
Victor Morgan's fists clenched.
His eyes were fixed on Jessie Sterling's, not daring to look away for even a second.
"Do we have to do this?" Victor Morgan asked in a low voice.
Jessie Sterling: "Weren't you the one last night who said we should go to the hospital for a check-up first?"
