A few harsh sighs accompanied by small curses could be heard from Jerome's lips, who was beginning to feel the regret welling up in his heart.
Staring sadly at the light sign above the operating room door made him want to scream, and let the clear liquid that had accumulated on his eyelids fall.
But...
It was not Jerome with his selfishness that he upheld if he did so.
He preferred to remain silent with a thousand words that he could not utter in his voice.
While Jerome was still in his place, the sound of noisy footsteps approached him.
"What did you do to my son?"
The voice that he had not heard for a long time, now became clearer in his ears.
Not getting a response from Jerome, the middle-aged man who was already standing in front of Jerome without hesitation grabbed Jerome's collar.
"What do you want?"
A low, emphasized voice now looked at the two irises of Jerome in front of the middle-aged man.
