But not long after, he came back.
One whole day, the Stuart and Bailey families stayed in the hospital until the skyview turned dark; then they left the hospital one by one.
Angela Reid didn't feel reassured and chose to stay.
At dinner time, Vivian Ferguson brought a pot of black chicken soup. Emily Walker drank a little, then lost her appetite.
At this time, the anesthetic in her abdomen was gradually wearing off, and the wound began to throb with pain, furrowing her brow so tightly that she didn't even want to open her eyes.
Seeing her furrowed brows, Baron Stuart gently raised his hand, "What's wrong?"
"Is it the wound that hurts?" Angela Reid leaned over. Having experience, she knew that this was the time when wounds would hurt.
She looked at her daughter with a pained heart, knowing this kind of pain could only be endured and that no more anesthetic could be used.
Hearing this, Baron Stuart couldn't help frowning and glanced at the area of her abdomen.
