Keira Leaf stood barefoot in the corner, her face pale, her gaze clouded with a layer of mist, lost in her thoughts.
After a troublesome half a night, Joshua Sulliven had been taken to the hospital, and he had been in a comatose state.
Keira was worried about Joshua's condition, chasing after the doctor's footsteps from the ward, but before she could step out, the housekeeper spoke to the doctor: "Madam is emotionally unstable right now, you better just speak directly to me."
The step Keira had originally taken was forced to a stop, as she hid behind the room door, peering out to stealthily listen to the conversation between the housekeeper and the doctor.
"The Young Master's injury was quite precarious; the short knife was just a slight distance away from his heart. Fortunately, the position of the knife was slightly off, and with timely treatment, the Young Master was out of danger," the doctor said solemnly.
The housekeeper nodded and thanked him.
