She brought the two children to the side of the mortuary.
This was indeed a blind spot of the hospital—very few people entered and left. Even if someone came, they would only take a look from afar before leaving quickly.
Sharon woke Robson up and helped the two children arrange their clothes. From their collars to the bottoms of their pants, they were meticulously tidied as if she were dealing with her own children.
Although they only met for a while, she still couldn't bear to part with the two little kids. Moreover, Johnson hadn't said a word to Sharon until now, but she was sure that she was in her little darling's heart.
"Mommy, aren't you coming with us?" Robson looked at her pitifully while Johnson hugged the pot of strawberries. His gaze seemed to be locked on her.
