After visiting Ethan, Adrian accompanied Rebecca to the hospital's downstairs café for breakfast.
Rebecca hadn't slept all night or eaten anything since yesterday. She looked completely exhausted. Even at the café, she had no appetite. Instead, she kept rambling on, repeating her worries over and over - What is she going to do with Ethan like this? God, what if Ethan's fever just won't break? And even if he gets better... What if the fever damages his brain? What if he's not the same anymore? What if... what if...
Adrian put down his fork and said coldly, "You have five minutes. Then I'll take you back upstairs."
Seeing her son's impatience, Rebecca rolled her eyes at him and fell silent, focusing on her food.
Adrian was too cold, too uncaring — he reminded Rebecca so much of her late husband. They had exactly the same personality.
