After saying that, he looked again at Hannah, sitting next to his hospital bed.
She was focusing intently on the apple she was peeling. The sunlight from the window shone partially on her hair, seemingly gilding it with a golden glow that softened her features and warmed her complexion.
If it wasn't for the sharp knife in her hand, this might have been a beautiful scene.
Hannah didn't lift her head, continuing her slow movements, "Was it an accident?"
"What else could it be?" Hayes Edwards instinctively wanted to scratch his head, then remembered that he hadn't washed it in several days and dropped his hand in distaste, "Actually, my manager checked the surveillance footage on that day, but we didn't find anything unusual. Perhaps it was really an accident?"
Only after the whole apple skin was peeled and set aside, did Hannah look up at the man in the bed.
