Trenton Smith's gaze calmly moved across his phone screen, and as Tilly Flower thought he was going to pick it up, he pressed the ignore button.
He then turned off his phone, put it back in his pocket, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes slightly.
The light in the hallway shone on his indifferent face, and maybe it was because the light was too bright, Trenton's face appeared somewhat pale and colorless. For a moment, Tilly Flower thought he was injured too.
However, she realized that he must be worried at this time.
Norris is still in the operating room, with a four-month-old baby in her belly. If the surgery fails, she might lose both her life and the baby's.
No matter how composed and collected Trenton is, it's hard not to feel overwhelmed in this situation.
Tilly Flower sighed lightly, not saying anything else, and sat on one side of the bench.
