The group waited outside the private ward. Luellen saw Leander leaning on the wall, eyes on the floor. It was as if his soul had left his body. Gala hugged his arm and stroked his head as if hushing him. Shirley sat on the bench, fiddling with her thumbs. Houston was steps away, busy with his phone call.
"Mr Wentworth, your wife is here!" The second nurse called out. Luellen didn't know if the nurse was exacting vengeance. However, her voice surely attracted Gala's ridiculing laugh.
"Wife? Aren't you the most ambitious?" Gala huffed and glared at the nurse. "Why is she here? Didn't I tell you someone will—?"
Luellen ran past the second nurse and got to the window. She couldn't see anything even from the gap between the curtains. She then turned to Leander, who brought his eyes up at her. The maiden walked up to him.
She reached out to collect his other hand. "Hey… why don't you sit down? How long have they been resuscitating him?"
