In the VIP Ward.
The white walls are clean, and the light pink curtains make the whole room look less cold than a typical hospital.
Stella York sits on the sickbed, her face pale and nearly translucent.
Her hands firmly clutching the quilt, she watches Lucas Scott in front of her.
Lucas Scott's tall body stands by the sickbed, his thin lips tightly pressed, his face dark and silent.
Beside his feet, a vase full of flowers has shattered.
Water inside spreads across the floor by his feet...
Harrison Yale didn't expect to see such a picture inside. He hesitated as he rushed in, then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
They... seem to have just had a quarrel.
It looks like it's not a light argument.
They came to visit the sick at an inopportune time.
"Uncle Scott, Auntie, you..." Emma Aiden walks into the hospital room a step behind, takes a clear look at the picture in front of her, and is stunned.
