"The patient's body can't wait any longer. Delaying any further could be very dangerous; we must operate immediately."
Digby Hart nodded gravely, "Then let's proceed with the surgery right away."
"Sir...", a worried look flashed across Lorcan Hart's face.
Digby Hart shook his head, "My decision is final, say no more."
Before entering the operating room, Digby Hart had a brief encounter with Aubree Groove.
"We received news from South Beverley, I don't know whether to tell you or not, but I think, you should know, eventually."
Aubree Groove tucked in the blanket corner for him, "Thank you, brother. Go ahead with the surgery. I'll take care of The Harts."
The medical team wheeled Digby Hart into the operating room.
Aubree Groove straightened her body. A gust of wind blew, lifting the edge of her skirt.
