"No need for now," Hannah Johnson straightforwardly said, as Junior President Payne was a dignified and appropriate person who only stood outside the door without entering the room.
Hannah observed the Red String, a quite simple design; she could not see anything special about it.
But she still kept it, probably because it held special meaning for her.
Hesitating, she eventually put the Red String into the bag as well.
She hitched a ride with Junior President Payne to the hospital.
Along the way, she received calls from her mother and grandmother, as well as from Isaac Shea.
Coughing, she lowered her voice, "Hello."
"I've heard about what happened, are you okay?"
"What could possibly happen to me."
Hannah tried to sound calm, but subconsciously glanced at the person beside her; there was enough space between them to fit another person, "However, Zoe's surgery will be in the morning, and tonight I..."
"I understand," Isaac said.
