Phoebe was pushed into the emergency room.
Yvette was stiff all over. She did not know what to do.
Marcus took off his coat and put it on Yvette. He looked at her and asked, "Is it okay to walk?"
Yvette's face was so pale that it was almost transparent as if she would faint at any time. But she clung to the edge of the bed and stood up with a strong mind.
Her eyes were very bright, but at this moment, the light was blank.
"Thank you," Yvette softly thanked.
Yvette thanked Marcus for saving some dignity of her grandmother.
After a while, Yvette walked out step by step.
It seemed that a century had passed.
The doctor in a white coat came out. He bowed to Yvette and calmly said.
"I'm sorry for your loss."
His deep voice was like a curse of fate, echoing in the empty and cold corridor. Yvette seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and took a step backward.
