Aunt May's words fell, and even her sparse voice was filled with immense fatigue.
There are some things that you can't afford to think about—thinking even a little makes you very tired.
She pushed away Lana Fern's hand from her shoulder. "You should go back. I have a surgery to perform in a little while."
"Aunt May, let me peel you an orange," Lana Fern reached out towards the fruit basket.
"No need—I don't feel like eating an orange. You go ahead, leave me to some quiet time." Aunt May propped herself against the table, supporting her head.
She closed her eyes, the exhaustion written plainly in her expression.
"Aunt May, I'm so sorry… I really didn't come here to intentionally tell you all this. I know how close you are with the Cheney Family—I meant no harm." Lana Fern lowered her voice in apology. "I promise I won't bring it up again in the future. Aunt May, I truly apologize."
"There's no need to apologize. You only spoke the truth."
