Cleo also didn't expect this to be like a story in a novel or drama, where there was a grandmother who pretended to be sick or was very ill so that she asked his family for a final, urgent wish, like a wedding for his dear grandson or something.
It was too terrifying for her to imagine.
"She was not sick. She was just throwing tantrums to go home for some reason," Dirga's words broke all Cleo's arguments earlier.
Throwing tantrums?
Cleo looked at Dirga in disbelief. Which adult would want to be admitted in the hospital that smells like medicine and syringes, if she was not sick?
Even little kids hated the hospital's smell.
"Then what could I tell and not to her? Shouldn't we even match our alibi, so that I could impress her as a girlfriend? I honestly don't know much about your boss. Therefore, how long was my courtship with your boss that I will tell Mrs Sofia."
Dirga was silent for a moment while bowing his head down to think. Then he lifted it back up.
