The next day, the two nurses, who had been attending to Delyth stood outside her room. Exchanging worried glances, they were discussing something when they paused seeing Ryan finally arrive.
"What's wrong?" Ryan asked with a frown. He had been in the middle of an important meeting when he received the call from the hospital, asking him to come urgently.
One of the nurse sighed in relief and said, "Mr. Foster, finally, you are here. We are sorry to call you like that, but it was important, and we didn't know who else to call for Ms. Ember. It's time for her to take her meds, but she is refusing all our requests."
Pinching the space between his brows, Ryan flexed his jaws tensing in frustration. The nurse sensed his irritation. She added in a low voice, a little scared, "Mr. Foster, Ms. Ember needs to take the medicines on time. She has just undergone critical surgery, and her condition could deteriorate if she's not proper cared for."
