"Sir, aren't you going in?" The nurse came to check the room, asking Sylvan Cheney in surprise.
Sylvan Cheney heard the voice, then came to his senses, his expression both cold and calm: "Not going in."
After speaking, he left and walked to his own hospital room.
The nurse stared at his back in confusion, wondering... why stand at the door and not go in? So strange.
When Jasmine Yale woke up, it was already seven or eight in the morning. She had slept soundly and dreamt that her baby was born, and was quite beautiful.
The pain in her stomach was gone when she awoke, she rubbed her eyes, feeling a bit sore in her arms.
The hospital room was empty, with white water and medicine on the table, curtains drawn, the room completely dark.
She sat up and grabbed her phone.
Butler Santana had called her many times and sent numerous texts, so she quickly returned the call.
"Butler Santana."
