In the empty hospital corridor, there were only Belly Wescott and George Flack, yet there was a distance of light-years between them.
George paced in front of the operating room, arms tightly folded across his chest, while Belly Wescott sat in a chair, holding her head in her hands, her hair visibly dry and frizzy.
Fortunately, Dylan Flack's compatible blood was delivered in time. After George saw the nurse hurriedly bring the life-saving blood into the operating room, he let out a sigh of relief.
"You must be alright, Dylan!" George silently prayed in his heart, wondering who Dylan's real mother could be if Belly Wescott wasn't the one.
The cold air seeped out from the gap of the operating room doors, and George couldn't think of anyone else who he had a relationship with except for Aria Grant.
Could it be? Is the child actually his and Aria's? George had such a vague idea and couldn't wait to find out whether his thoughts were true.
