As she prepared to leave, Hannah almost bumped into Tiffany Lynch, who was coming out of the hospital room.
In contrast to Hannah's casual attire, Tiffany was clearly meticulously dressed.
Her elegant white gown, delicate makeup, curled chestnut hair, tiny diamond earrings dangling from her porcelain ears, and her perfect and gentle smile made her as refreshing as a spring breeze—difficult to resist.
Tiffany adjusted her designer bag without uttering a word. She merely glanced at the lunch box in Hannah's hand for a few seconds, then let out a slight laugh.
Her amusement was hard to decipher.
It carried a hint of contempt.
Hannah looked at her and couldn't help curling her toes and taking a few steps back, shortly bowing her head again.
The smile on Tiffany's lips grew a bit wider. She only nodded slightly as a greeting before striding away in her high heels.
