For a moment, Robert Thomson didn't know what to say, and the two of them fell silent for a while. After a long, long time, he finally said, "I'll come see you after work tomorrow. You have to behave and not run around. There are people targeting me and you right now, and I'm afraid you'll be surrounded by those annoying reporters again."
"Okay." Her heart felt a little warm, but her thoughts were more chaotic. She nodded, and in the quiet hallway, only the sound of their breathing could be heard.
After a long, long time, Robert suddenly called out, "Emma!"
"Hm?"
"Sleep well and take good care of yourself."
She nodded, "You too."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
After hanging up the phone, Emma Smith didn't know what to say.
Her heart felt heavy, not knowing whether she should feel touched or sad. After all, her son's illness was still weighing on her heart.
But Robert Thomson...
She shook her head, trying to calm herself and went back to the ward.
