Amelia Clarke walked over, "Mom, in a little while, Owen will be coming over..."
Olivia Wilson turned her head, staring at Amelia Clarke for a few seconds, "Good, there are some things you won't say; I'll say them for you."
Amelia Clarke: "..."
One hour later, not yet nine o'clock.
The door to the hospital room was knocked on, and as the nurse was about to get up, Amelia Clarke ran over to the door before her and opened it.
Outside the door.
Owen Moreland was dressed in a midnight blue checkered suit with a white shirt and silver tie. The deep colors complemented his mature and stable temperament, his suit buttons all fastened tightly, serious and meticulous, his whole body radiating solemnity and confidence, with a formidable presence, clearly a successful businessman.
A formally dressed man followed behind him.
Amelia Clarke's eyes landed on Owen Moreland, she smiled, "You're here."
Immediately her gaze dropped to his ankle, her eyebrows slightly furrowing, "Your foot..."
