After leaving the ward, I passed through the quiet corridor, turned left at the end, and arrived at the hallway connecting the inpatient building and the outpatient building.
A cold wave struck, and the temperature in Capital City dropped sharply these couple of days. The chilling wind swept across the hallway, making it hard for anyone to stay there.
Viola Harris dragged Amelia Clarke to the outpatient building, finding a secluded corner.
"What's up, all mysterious and secretive, as if we're in a secret agent meetup." Amelia Clarke's expression grew increasingly gentle, absentmindedly stroking her belly with her free hand, bundled up in a down jacket, scarf, and hat, resembling a fluffy ball.
She raised Viola Harris's hand to check the watch and said, "It's already past ten; Owen should be looking for me soon to go back."
As soon as she finished speaking, her phone rang.
