"It's unbearable for her to be hurt in the slightest, especially with stitches like Emma's... Don't rush, there's plenty of time. You're young, surely we won't run out of time?"
Her words made Emma's cheeks turn redder; she simply turned her back, her heart pounding.
Walter was much calmer, neither blushing nor flustered, even curling his lips slightly and saying, "Why worry about such things? I'm well aware..."
The medical team reports Emma's condition to him every few days, how could he not know? He just wanted to personally reassure her, that's all.
"Good to know." Julia also felt a bit awkward, seeing that he's not her biological son, discussing these topics was inappropriate.
So, she quickly left after speaking.
As the door closed, Julia heard Emma's reproachful words: "It's all your fault, no messing around during the day from now on!"
Hearing this, she pressed her lips into a smile, shook her head, and closed the door.
