Anastasia and Brad finally came out of the hospital after a few hours. It was half past nine in the evening.
"I am hungry. How about you?" Brad looked at her, his lips curling slightly.
Anastasia finally smiled after a long period of tension. "I, too, am starving. Let's go somewhere for dinner. I'll be paying for the treat."
"En? Do you think I will let you pay?" He arched his eyebrows.
"Don't try to play the "man card" with me. Come…" She held his hand and walked up to the parking lot.
Just as they got into the car, they saw Eddie rushing in.
Anastasia's doubtful gaze lingered on Eddie's retreating figure. "I don't trust that guy," she said, her voice low.
Brad raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? You suspect Eddie! Why?"
Anastasia shook her head. "I don't know. There is just something off about him. And then there is the letter Abigail received."
