"It's okay..." Fiona nodded.
Her eyes were fixed on Lewis Holmes behind the crowd, her smile gradually fading. A sudden surge of guilt welled up inside her, making her quietly look at him without saying a word.
Julia Anderson noticed her daughter's gaze, assuming the couple was exchanging glances filled with affection, so she gave everyone a look, signaling them to leave.
The crowd understood and immediately turned to leave. As they passed by Lewis Holmes, Elijah Schmidt patted him on the shoulder, instructing him with concern, "Take good care of her, call us immediately if anything happens, we're all outside."
"Yes, Marshal." Lewis nodded, his expression respectful. He watched everyone leave the ward before retracting his gaze.
"Fiona, how do you feel? Are you feeling better?" Once everyone left, Lewis no longer needed to hide his emotions. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding her shoulders with both hands, his handsome face heavy with anxiety.
